These novels are solid time-fillers. Nothing earth-shattering, nothing (too) offensive. I’m a wee bit tired of the fat-shaming and woman-judging. It sucks me right out of the enjoyment of the mystery, but a few pages later I can forget it ever happened. G is for Gumshoe Kinsey turns 33 years old, her apartment is under loving re-construction. This mystery takes place out of town for the most part, in the Mojave Desert. She is hired by another Santa Teresa resident to locate her missing mother. […]
Kinsey Keeps Going
D is for Deadbeat starts out with a load of bullshit. We’re told from the beginning that ‘Alvin Lomardo’ is lying to Kinsey and she’s buying it. She even takes a check from him, which of course bounces three days later (ah, the days of checks). This leads Kinsey to LA in search of ‘Alvin’, where we find his very young wife with a shiner and no furniture because he sold everything right before he split. His name is not Alvin, and he’s probably back […]
Or Are You Just Happy to See Me?
Bolt by Dick Francis (1989) Underneath the coffee table in the lobby at the Eagle Point Diving Resort in the Philippines is a library of sorts. It consists of two German novels, two identical Bibles, and a sun-bleached copy of Dick Francis’s Bolt (in English). Having gone through my own personal library over Christmas (two books), I was desperate for something to read, and this was not something I’d pick up at a bookstore. First of all, it wasn’t science fiction. Secondly, it was about […]
War and Peace (This Title is Stolen and No Relevant)
So I slacked off a bit on getting the reviews done in a prompt and efficient manner. I’ll try to do better. I promise nothing. A straight up detective novel is something a bit different for me. I like to switch up the subject matter and genre of the stories I read as going too long reading one style gets old and repetitive and boring and blah. Someone somewhere (probably a lot of someones) had I Am Pilgrim in a list of book recommendations so at some […]