Though dedicated to the memory of mystery-writers Chandler, Hammett, Cain, and Macdonald, Bradbury's new novel—his first full-length fiction since Something Wicked This Way Comes—isn't really an homage to the hard-boiled detective genre. The narrator-sleuth—a young writer obviously based on the young Ray B.—is as soft-boiled as they come. The style is pure Bradbury: poetic, dreamlike, a trifle cute and gushy. And the tale—which feels more like a stretched-out short story than a bona fide novel—is a familiar, YA-ish fantasy about death and loneliness, with only the most superficial use of a murder-mystery format. It's 1949 in Venice, California, "the days when the Venice pier was falling apart and dying in the sea and you could find there the bones of a vast dinosaur, the roller coaster, being covered by the shifting tides." The unnamed hero lives in a shabby room, pines for his faraway girlfriend, befriends assorted Venice eccentrics, and hammers out Bradbury-ish stories for mystery/fantasy magazines. Then, one night, he discovers the drowned body of an old recluse—the first of several local "Lonelies" (a bedridden "canary lady," a dangerously obese ex-opera-singer, etc.) who die in seemingly accidental circumstances. But the young writer is convinced that someone—"Mr. Lonely Death"—is arranging these pathetic demises. So, though tormented by death-dreams and mocked by a tough/sweet local cop, the writer tracks down and duels the smelly psycho-ghoul who's been preying on Lonelies, "a happy child in the fields of the Antichrist." As a parody/pastiche of Forties shamus-fiction, this is halfhearted and off-target. As a nostalgic portrait-of-the-artist-when-young, it's rather coy and faintly pompous ("I would fight all the way with my Remington portable which shoots more squarely, if you aim it right, than the rifle of the same name"). And Bradbury's treatment of the shopworn theme is blatantly sentimental, essentially juvenile. Still, Bradbury fans will find distinctive pleasures on display throughout this inflated, repetitious fable: vivid visual images, from submerged lion-cages to "books clustered like vultures with their black feathers and dusty golden stares"; memorable characters, lavishly grotesque or whimsically earthbound (e.g., a terrible barber whose existence is fueled by a fantasy of having once known Scott Joplin); and—on nearly every page—quirky blendings of creepiness and humor, innocence and decadence, nightmare and cartoon.
Pub Date: Oct. 28, 1985
ISBN: 0380789655
Page Count: 244
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: March 20, 2012
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 1985
Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.
Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.
A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”
Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.Pub Date: March 17, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Scribner
Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020
A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be...
Box takes another break from his highly successful Joe Pickett series (Stone Cold, 2014, etc.) for a stand-alone about a police detective, a developmentally delayed boy, and a package everyone in North Dakota wants to grab.
Cassandra Dewell can’t leave Montana’s Lewis and Clark County fast enough for her new job as chief investigator for Jon Kirkbride, sheriff of Bakken County. She leaves behind no memories worth keeping: her husband is dead, her boss has made no bones about disliking her, and she’s looking forward to new responsibilities and the higher salary underwritten by North Dakota’s sudden oil boom. But Bakken County has its own issues. For one thing, it’s cold—a whole lot colder than the coldest weather Cassie’s ever imagined. For another, the job she turns out to have been hired for—leading an investigation her new boss doesn’t feel he can entrust to his own force—makes her queasy. The biggest problem, though, is one she doesn’t know about until it slaps her in the face. A fatal car accident that was anything but accidental has jarred loose a stash of methamphetamines and cash that’s become the center of a battle between the Sons of Freedom, Bakken County’s traditional drug sellers, and MS-13, the Salvadorian upstarts who are muscling in on their territory. It’s a setup that leaves scant room for law enforcement officers or for Kyle Westergaard, the 12-year-old paperboy damaged since birth by fetal alcohol syndrome, who’s walked away from the wreck with a prize all too many people would kill for.
A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read.Pub Date: July 28, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-312-58321-7
Page Count: 272
Publisher: Minotaur
Review Posted Online: April 21, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2015
© Copyright 2024 Kirkus Media LLC. All Rights Reserved.
Follow
Popular in this Genre
We can’t wait for you to join Kirkus!
It’s free and takes less than 10 seconds!
Already have an account? Log in.
OR
Sign in with GoogleTrouble signing in? Retrieve credentials.
Welcome Back!
OR
Sign in with GoogleTrouble signing in? Retrieve credentials.
