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THE VIOLET HOUR

Quite a 20th reunion for the Case Western Reserve class of 1978: An avenger with an addiction to T.S. Eliot is killing off the members of the self-anointed AdVerse Society. The opening scene is something of an entrance exam. If you can buy the premise that Cleveland’s Father John Angelino, a.k.a. Johnny Angel, would fall victim to a lethal heroin overdose and the removal of his eyes courtesy of his inability to resist the tempting flesh of Kiki Holt, the prostitute who sets him up for a killer who calls himself Mac, then you’re ready for the rest of Mac’s murderous peregrinations. It’s quite a tour: Mac likes to trap his victims in helpless positions one at a time, remind them that they’re doing penance for what happened to Julia Raines back in college, and torment them with —70s trappings—Rolling Stones recordings, videotaped episodes of The Love Boat, patchouli oil, lava lamps—before executing and mutilating them in ways nearly as ghoulish as getting them to sit through ABBA. Cheapjack journalist Nicholas Stella, a cousin of the priest who shared Johnny Angel’s rectory, seems to be the only one to notice any common elements in the grisly chain that threatens not only such sleazeballs as epicene estate appraiser Geoffrey Coldicott and AdVerse faculty advisor Sebastian Keller, voyeuristic plastic surgeon Dr. Bennett Crane and hungry lesbian Jennifer Schumann, but also squeaky-clean Amelia Saintsbury, practically a single mother since her errant husband’s confession of fumbling adultery. Wonder what order Mac will choose to pick off his victims, and whether he’ll still be stoked on heroin, Eliot, and kinky sex when Montanari (Deviant Way, 1995) finally lets him get a crack at Amelia in this naughty, harmlessly thrilling Halloween for grownups? No reviewer could hope to outdo Nicky Stella’s dazzling insight that “this wasn’t an Andrew Vachss novel.”

Pub Date: June 1, 1998

ISBN: 0-380-97592-0

Page Count: 368

Publisher: Avon/HarperCollins

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 1998

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DEVOLUTION

A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.

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Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z(2006).

A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.

A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.

Pub Date: June 16, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine

Review Posted Online: Feb. 9, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020

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THE SILENT PATIENT

Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.

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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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