A doggone clever detective duo chases a killer.
Arizona private eye Bernie Little drives a Porsche. His canine partner, Chet, flunked out of the police academy. Stopping for barbecue in Louisiana, the pair get into trouble with some bikers and are forced to take possession of a pistol with a pink pearl handle and make their escape. Instead of heading back home, Bernie decides to go to Washington, D.C., where his longtime love, Suzie Sanchez, has taken her dream job as a reporter for the Washington Post. Suzie welcomes them to the carriage house she rents. But Eben St. John, one of her sources, is just leaving when they arrive, and a jealous Bernie jumps to the wrong conclusion. While Bernie naps, Suzie and Chet go to see Eben at his office, where they find him shot dead by the pink-handled pistol that was supposedly locked in the Porsche’s glove box. Arrested and released, Bernie takes the whole affair personally. Although he’s warned off by the police and a man from an unnamed government agency, spied on by a drone Chet thinks is a bird and offered a job by a general who may become a presidential candidate, Bernie keeps searching for the killer. Chet spots the drone and sniffs out a lot of clues, but it makes his head ache trying to communicate his finds to Bernie, who has a headache of his own dealing with mysterious government agencies, the Washington rumor mill and possibly spies as well.
Chet and Bernie’s adventures (A Fistful of Collars, 2012, etc.), presented from the viewpoint of the often befuddled Chet, are always a hoot. This one salts a doggedly determined investigation with plenty of laughs.
Pub Date: Aug. 5, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-4767-0339-8
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Atria
Review Posted Online: June 4, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 2014
An addictive psychological thriller.
When a mysterious novel appears on her bedside table, a successful documentary filmmaker finds herself face to face with a secret that threatens to unravel life as she knows it.
Catherine Ravenscroft has built a dream life, or close to it: the devoted husband, the house in London, the award-winning career as a documentary filmmaker. And though she’s never quite bonded with her 25-year-old son the way she’d hoped, he’s doing fine—there are worse things than being an electronics salesman. But when she stumbles across a sinister novel called The Perfect Stranger—no one’s quite sure how it came into the house—Catherine sees herself in its pages, living out scenes from her past she’d hoped to forget. It’s a threat—but from whom? And why now, 20 years after the fact? Meanwhile, Stephen Brigstocke, a retired teacher, widowed and in pain, is desperate to exact revenge on Catherine and make her pay for what happened all those years ago. The story is told in alternating chapters, Catherine's in the third-person and Stephen's in the first, as the two orbit each other, predator and prey, and the novel moves between the past and the present to paint a portrait of two troubled families with trauma bubbling under the surface. As their lives become increasingly entangled, Stephen’s obsession grows, Catherine’s world crumbles, and it becomes clear that—in true thriller form—everything may not be as it seems. But how much destruction must be wrought before the truth comes out? And when it does, will there be anything left to salvage? While the long buildup to the big reveal begins to drag, Knight’s elegant plot and compelling (if not unexpected) characters keep the heart of the novel beating even when the pacing falters. Atmospheric and twisting and ripe for TV adaptation, this debut novel never strays far from convention, but that doesn’t make it any less of a page-turner.
An addictive psychological thriller.Pub Date: May 19, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-06-236225-4
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Harper/HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: March 1, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2015
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Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.
A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.
"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Celadon Books
Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018
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