TOWN HOUSE

Name: TOWN HOUSE
Author: Tish Cohen
ISBN: 978-0-06-113131-8

by Tish Cohen ‧ RELEASE DATE: May 8, 2007

While the humor tends to be self-conscious and pedestrian, Jack ultimately learns the serious lesson that “the deeper you...

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A constellation of characters whose idiosyncrasies make the family of Little Miss Sunshine look like Ozzie and Harriet.

Baz Madison, legendary ’70s rock musician of the Bazmanics, dies young and leaves a son, Jack, who inherits the town house of the title, a rambling four-story brownstone on Boston’s Beacon Hill, but 30 years later, when Baz’s royalty checks begin to dry up, Jack is left without much income (he’s a high-end color consultant who’s only interest is blending the “perfect” white) and an albatross of a house. Trouble is, Jack’s an agoraphobe, a condition greatly deplored by his 17-year-old son Harlan, who in honor of his late grandfather dresses only in ’70s garb because he’s decided that “the only real cool is uncool.” The house goes on the market, but Jack (called “Hermit Boy” by the neighbors) not only doesn’t want to leave—he can’t leave, especially since he’s developed nifty compensations for agoraphobia like the Groper, a contraption made of hockey stick, hanger and tape that allows him to get the morning newspaper without leaving the porch. Dr. Myron Snowden, Jack’s psychiatrist, periodically visits him at home but is unable to help. Only two characters are able to call forth Jack’s deeper humanity and desperate desire to overcome his isolation: Lucie, his precocious ten-year-old neighbor, who has aspirations of Olympic glory in ice-skating, and Dorrie Allsop, the realtor who lists the town house and whose debilitating and unsuccessful strategy consists of pointing out the flaws in a house because she believes the good points will take care of themselves.

While the humor tends to be self-conscious and pedestrian, Jack ultimately learns the serious lesson that “the deeper you hide yourself away the harder it becomes to come out.”

Pub Date: May 8, 2007

ISBN: 978-0-06-113131-8

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Perennial/HarperCollins

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2007

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THE POET

by Michael Connelly ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 15, 1996

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Connelly takes a break from his Harry Bosch police novels (The Last Coyote, p. 328, etc.) for something even more intense: a reporter's single-minded pursuit of the serial killer who murdered his twin. Even his buddies in the Denver PD thought Sean McEvoy's shooting in the backseat of his car looked like a classic cop suicide, right clown to the motive: his despondency over his failure to clear the murder of a University of Denver student. But as Sean's twin brother, Jack, of the Rocky Mountain News, notices tiny clues that marked Sean's death as murder, his suspicions about the dying message Sean scrawled inside his fogged windshield—"Out of space. Out of time"—alert him to a series of eerily similar killings stretching from Sarasota to Albuquerque. The pattern, Jack realizes, involves two sets of murders: a series of sex killings of children, and then the executions (duly camouflaged as suicides) of the investigating police officers. Armed with what he's dug up, Jack heads off to Washington, to the Law Enforcement Foundation and the FBI. The real fireworks begin as Jack trades his official silence for an inside role in the investigation, only to find himself shut out of both the case and the story. From then on in, Jack, falling hard for Rachel Walling, the FBI agent in charge of the case, rides his Bureau connections like a bucking bronco—even as one William Gladden, a pedophile picked up on a low-level charge in Santa Monica, schemes to make bail before the police can run his prints through the national computer, then waits with sick patience for his chance at his next victim. The long-awaited confrontation between Jack and Gladden comes at an LA video store; but even afterward, Jack's left with devastating questions about the case. Connelly wrings suspense out of every possible aspect of Jack's obsessive hunt for his brother's killer. Prepare to be played like a violin.

Pub Date: Jan. 15, 1996

ISBN: 0-316-15398-2

Page Count: 440

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

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THE PENELOPIAD

by Margaret Atwood ‧ RELEASE DATE: Dec. 3, 1991

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An effective, uniformly controlled collection of ten stories from the author of, most recently, Cat's Eye (1989). Gathered here are pieces previously appearing in top short- story forums—The New Yorker, Granta, Saturday Night, Playboy—providing an excellent sampling of high-proof Atwood. Virtually all the pieces focus on the lives of women equivocally connected to the men around them. In "Wilderness Tips," a middle-aged woman is bluntly confronted with her husband's infidelity. "Hairball," the most disturbing here, involves the dissolution of a woman's affair with a married man; the otherwise naturalistic posture of the story is powerfully undercut by the presence of a removed tumor that the young lady keeps in a jar, eventually sending it, neatly wrapped, to her lover's wife. In "True Trash," a young woman encounters a youth who is still unaware that he had impregnated a camp employee many years earlier. And "Hack Wednesday" revolves around a disgruntled journalist brought, whimsically, to the brink of an affair before she backs off—not from any pangs of conscience but out of lethargic concern for the work involved in carrying it off. Like Alice Munro, Atwood has a talent for serving up the nuances of bourgeois Ontario culture, but with Atwood the ingredients are boiled down into a stronger and much more acerbic brew. The author's trademark smirk behind the economical prose can be wearying over the course of an entire collection, but taken separately, the pieces here are solid evidence of the author in full form. Pure Atwood.