The black and white femme fatale cover and the Moroccan setting combine to inspire some old Hollywood nostalgia, but Tangerine tries to leverage that to trick you into thinking there’s a similar standard of quality in the book. I’m still grateful to Leedock’s review for setting my expectations but yikes this just wasn’t that good. To add insult to injury, Morocco is a DREAM destination for me, but to read Tangerine all you’d get is that it’s hot, humid, and crowded. There’s nothing distinct about the Moroccan […]
If Gaslight and Single White Female had a baby.
I admit to judging books by their covers. Generally, that pans out for me. This one had a great cover AND a promising teaser from Joyce Carol Oates: As if Donna Tartt, Gillian Flynn, and Patricia Highsmith had collaborated on a screenplay to be filmed by Hitchcock-suspenseful and atmospheric. Did you read the same book as me Joyce? In fairness, there is a bit of Tartt, Flynn and Hitchock in here, but only the worst parts. I can’t speak to Highsmith, but the navel gazing […]