Michael Tanner and Mary Whitney return in this top flight cozy mystery set for most part on the waters of Lake Superior. It is there that while sailing with friends Mary Whitney during a snorkeling trip finds and brings to the surface an old metal plate, probably from the boiler, stamped with the word “Amador” on it. Little does she know that it comes from a ship that sank during a storm in 1905 and theoretically went down somewhere off Sand Island which is nowhere near where she has recovered the plate.
Packed with cargo and family heirlooms of the deVoles the sinking caused a search to be mounted more than once but nothing was found. By finding the plate, Mary has stumbled across an old mystery and possibly a reference point for the shipwreck. The ship went down 100 years ago taking some dark secrets with it. As Mary and Michael start asking a few questions and a person cataloging a recent donation of papers from the family is killed, it becomes clear that there is certainly at least one if not several secrets that someone is trying to keep hidden. Whomever is behind the scenes orchestrating events seems to be willing to stop at nothing, even murder, to prevent them from coming out.
Opposite in tone and style from his novel, “The Case of the Greedy Lawyers,” humor is in short supply in this cozy style novel. Most of the violence happens off scene with the majority of the focus on asking questions from a variety of sources and suspects. This novel slowly builds a chain of clues together as Michael Tanner and Mary Whitney hunt for the shipwreck itself as well as the family secrets. The result is an engrossing 259 page read in large paperback with a great depth of detail, rich characterizations, and a very good mystery tale.
Book Facts
Old Silver (A Michael Tanner & Mary Whitney Mystery)
By Carl Brookins
Top Publications, Ltd. Co
2005
Large Trade Paperback
ISBN# 1-929976-32-1
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Book Review: "The Hard Way" by Lee Child
This tenth novel in the series plays on two of Jack Reacher’s known quirks as well as on an underlying theme that has existed throughout the series. In this novel all three items are used to create a fast moving 371 page thriller and another very good read.
Along with his uncanny ability to know exactly what time it is without a watch, Reacher has always had exceptional powers of observation. Something that worked very well for him in his past life as a military policeman as well as his current life which is sometimes indefinable. As the novel opens, Jack Reacher is sitting outside a New York café late in the evening and sees a rather unremarkable man drive off in an expensive car with a somewhat distinctive license plate. Unknown to him, what he witnessed was a ransom payment for a kidnapping.
Shortly after returning the next night to the same café, Reacher is contacted by an individual who would like to know what Reacher saw on behalf of his employer. Intrigued, Reacher agrees to accompany his inquisitor to the legendary Dakota hotel. There he discovers that a band of mercenaries led by Edward Lane have taken up residence there and they want to recover Edward Lane’s wife and daughter as well as eliminate the kidnappers as brutally and painfully as possible.
Vengeance and retribution aren’t unfamiliar concepts to Reacher and he certainly understands the need to eliminate threats. Reacher isn’t impressed with the idea of mercenaries or of the government’s use of them for contract work. He is even less impressed with the group that Lane has around him as it is clear that while they may have been very good in their day while serving in their respective military units they aren’t very good now. As the kidnappers escalate their demands and he learns more about the mercenaries shared history, he wants to walk away. But, the wife and child are non combats and there is no way he isn’t going to help them.
What follows is another good Reacher read. As he works the case, he discovers more angles and machinations than he expected along with another short term love interest. Little is done to add to the complex character of Reacher and for those that have read the series, none is really expected. What is expected in a Reacher series novel is a fast paced intensive roller coaster of a read where one knows Reacher will win out in the end. That’s exactly what happens and this novel, while an installment of the series, also provides an excellent stand alone read.
Book Facts:
The Hard Way
By Lee Child
www.LeeChild.com
Delacorte Press
www.bantamdell.com
2006
Hardback
ISBN #0-385-33669-1
371 Pages
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Along with his uncanny ability to know exactly what time it is without a watch, Reacher has always had exceptional powers of observation. Something that worked very well for him in his past life as a military policeman as well as his current life which is sometimes indefinable. As the novel opens, Jack Reacher is sitting outside a New York café late in the evening and sees a rather unremarkable man drive off in an expensive car with a somewhat distinctive license plate. Unknown to him, what he witnessed was a ransom payment for a kidnapping.
Shortly after returning the next night to the same café, Reacher is contacted by an individual who would like to know what Reacher saw on behalf of his employer. Intrigued, Reacher agrees to accompany his inquisitor to the legendary Dakota hotel. There he discovers that a band of mercenaries led by Edward Lane have taken up residence there and they want to recover Edward Lane’s wife and daughter as well as eliminate the kidnappers as brutally and painfully as possible.
Vengeance and retribution aren’t unfamiliar concepts to Reacher and he certainly understands the need to eliminate threats. Reacher isn’t impressed with the idea of mercenaries or of the government’s use of them for contract work. He is even less impressed with the group that Lane has around him as it is clear that while they may have been very good in their day while serving in their respective military units they aren’t very good now. As the kidnappers escalate their demands and he learns more about the mercenaries shared history, he wants to walk away. But, the wife and child are non combats and there is no way he isn’t going to help them.
What follows is another good Reacher read. As he works the case, he discovers more angles and machinations than he expected along with another short term love interest. Little is done to add to the complex character of Reacher and for those that have read the series, none is really expected. What is expected in a Reacher series novel is a fast paced intensive roller coaster of a read where one knows Reacher will win out in the end. That’s exactly what happens and this novel, while an installment of the series, also provides an excellent stand alone read.
Book Facts:
The Hard Way
By Lee Child
www.LeeChild.com
Delacorte Press
www.bantamdell.com
2006
Hardback
ISBN #0-385-33669-1
371 Pages
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
Book Review: "Where Dreams Die Hard" by Carlton Stowers
Having chronicled so much disaster, destruction and unspeakable horror committed by people against other people during his extensive writing career, Texas author Carlton Stowers was looking for something simpler in the wake of the 911 tragedy. As he writes in the preface of the non fiction book “Where Dreams Die Hard” on page XIV:
“When a young editor argued that what those of us under her charge had to provide readers was more ‘red meat,’ more hard-hitting, finger-pointing controversy, I rolled my eyes and began considering my leave-taking. Though fully aware that there were endless fakes and frauds needing exposure and countless crimes begging courthouse justice, such tasks no longer interested me. It was time to let someone else try to sort reason from the unreasonable, spend days in the company of devastated victims, and chronicle the social ills for which there seemed no cure.”
His quest was for a Norman Rockwall type America if it still existed. Where folks still cared about each other regardless of political or religious affiliation. Where crime was not a problem and where red meat referred to what was on the grill and not something literary.
He found what he was looking for in the small town of Penelope, Texas located about an hour south of Dallas. Penelope has a population of 211 and eagerly and actively supports their six man football team the Penelope Wolverines. As sports fans may know, six man football has seen a revival the last few years in a number of states including Texas. Much of the book covers one season in the life of the town both for the players, their families, and the surrounding community.
While he chronicles the struggles of the 2004 team, author Carlton Stowers does much more than that. Writing about the months before and after the season as well, the town of Penelope and its citizens are brought alive for the reader. Mr. Stowers’ folksy style works wonders in this regard as the words flow and skip from point to point much like in regular conversation. Along the way he touches on the history of six mean football, the economy of small town Texas and such basic fundamentals as how to impart responsibility to today’s youth among other topics. This is not a lecturing or antiseptic read but more of a good friend talking about life as he sits next to you on your front porch.
The result is an excellent 205 page read that provides a look at basically slightly more than a year in the life of a small Texas town and its citizens. The bad, the good, and everything in between are covered. At the same time it becomes uplifting as one knows no matter how bad the world news gets, folks that live in Penelope, Texas and thousands of other places are taking it one day at a time, prospering in their own way, and helping each other everyday. A little of that attitude goes a long way and Mr. Stowers book is a very refreshing and enjoyable read.
Book Facts:
Where Dreams Die Hard
By Carlton Stowers
Da Capo Press
www.dacapopress.com
2005
Hardback
ISBN 0-306-81404-8
205 Pages
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
“When a young editor argued that what those of us under her charge had to provide readers was more ‘red meat,’ more hard-hitting, finger-pointing controversy, I rolled my eyes and began considering my leave-taking. Though fully aware that there were endless fakes and frauds needing exposure and countless crimes begging courthouse justice, such tasks no longer interested me. It was time to let someone else try to sort reason from the unreasonable, spend days in the company of devastated victims, and chronicle the social ills for which there seemed no cure.”
His quest was for a Norman Rockwall type America if it still existed. Where folks still cared about each other regardless of political or religious affiliation. Where crime was not a problem and where red meat referred to what was on the grill and not something literary.
He found what he was looking for in the small town of Penelope, Texas located about an hour south of Dallas. Penelope has a population of 211 and eagerly and actively supports their six man football team the Penelope Wolverines. As sports fans may know, six man football has seen a revival the last few years in a number of states including Texas. Much of the book covers one season in the life of the town both for the players, their families, and the surrounding community.
While he chronicles the struggles of the 2004 team, author Carlton Stowers does much more than that. Writing about the months before and after the season as well, the town of Penelope and its citizens are brought alive for the reader. Mr. Stowers’ folksy style works wonders in this regard as the words flow and skip from point to point much like in regular conversation. Along the way he touches on the history of six mean football, the economy of small town Texas and such basic fundamentals as how to impart responsibility to today’s youth among other topics. This is not a lecturing or antiseptic read but more of a good friend talking about life as he sits next to you on your front porch.
The result is an excellent 205 page read that provides a look at basically slightly more than a year in the life of a small Texas town and its citizens. The bad, the good, and everything in between are covered. At the same time it becomes uplifting as one knows no matter how bad the world news gets, folks that live in Penelope, Texas and thousands of other places are taking it one day at a time, prospering in their own way, and helping each other everyday. A little of that attitude goes a long way and Mr. Stowers book is a very refreshing and enjoyable read.
Book Facts:
Where Dreams Die Hard
By Carlton Stowers
Da Capo Press
www.dacapopress.com
2005
Hardback
ISBN 0-306-81404-8
205 Pages
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Saturday, July 15, 2006
A Blog Update
I know it has been a long time since you saw my work here or elsewhere. This hasn’t been a very good summer and not just because the drought continues, the level whatever air pollution continues, the one hundred plus degree heat continues, or the many other joys that make up living in north Texas during the summer. Things have been rather rough here on a personal level.
Without going into great detail, I have had some health issues that for a time became very severe. This cost me my ability to work this summer which has been devastating economically as well as robbing me of the opportunity to work with some very special kids and staff. I was thrilled and honored to be selected to work in the program and devastated when roughly a week and half into the program had to leave for health reasons and despite later trying once more, was unable to return.
I knew I didn’t have a choice but still it hurt. And being forced into staying home on mandatory bedrest when one can’t read because of blurred vision, dizzy spells and other problems isn’t much fun either. Not only did this totally mess up my writing schedule for more than a month, it has also prevented my being able to read and review the many books which had been sent to me since mid May. And while many of you are on different calanders and are wondering why does he consider the summer over, remember here that teachers go back August 2nd and students go back August 9. In roughly ten days, I have an orientation meeting to go to for the coming school year.
So, yes, the summer is pretty much over.
The good news? Well, I have seen no relatives that I know about on any daytime TV talk shows. I have never met the numerous women who apparently do not know who the father was/is. I am more convinced than ever that I will not make a certain icon’s TV show because I am a male that knows how to use all major appliances, never has cheated on my wife, knows no one in Hollywood, and never jumps on the furniture.
All that and the fact that getting movies by mail is a really cool thing.
The meds finally seem to be working or maybe I have adjusted to them and things are very, very slowly getting better. I’m able to sit up and read again which is extremely neat. I also have some reviews that were written before things got really bad and those will get posted soon. Things are turning around slowly but surely and the key here is not to do too much too fast.
I also want to thank the many folks who, as word leaked out from me or from friends in the writing community, expressed their heart felt prayers and wishes both publicly as well as in private e-mails. I have tried to thank on lists and off when I could as the situation developed. I may have accidentally missed a few. Please know that all were much appreciated and that hopefully, it will soon be just a bad memory.
Kevin R Tipple © 2006
Without going into great detail, I have had some health issues that for a time became very severe. This cost me my ability to work this summer which has been devastating economically as well as robbing me of the opportunity to work with some very special kids and staff. I was thrilled and honored to be selected to work in the program and devastated when roughly a week and half into the program had to leave for health reasons and despite later trying once more, was unable to return.
I knew I didn’t have a choice but still it hurt. And being forced into staying home on mandatory bedrest when one can’t read because of blurred vision, dizzy spells and other problems isn’t much fun either. Not only did this totally mess up my writing schedule for more than a month, it has also prevented my being able to read and review the many books which had been sent to me since mid May. And while many of you are on different calanders and are wondering why does he consider the summer over, remember here that teachers go back August 2nd and students go back August 9. In roughly ten days, I have an orientation meeting to go to for the coming school year.
So, yes, the summer is pretty much over.
The good news? Well, I have seen no relatives that I know about on any daytime TV talk shows. I have never met the numerous women who apparently do not know who the father was/is. I am more convinced than ever that I will not make a certain icon’s TV show because I am a male that knows how to use all major appliances, never has cheated on my wife, knows no one in Hollywood, and never jumps on the furniture.
All that and the fact that getting movies by mail is a really cool thing.
The meds finally seem to be working or maybe I have adjusted to them and things are very, very slowly getting better. I’m able to sit up and read again which is extremely neat. I also have some reviews that were written before things got really bad and those will get posted soon. Things are turning around slowly but surely and the key here is not to do too much too fast.
I also want to thank the many folks who, as word leaked out from me or from friends in the writing community, expressed their heart felt prayers and wishes both publicly as well as in private e-mails. I have tried to thank on lists and off when I could as the situation developed. I may have accidentally missed a few. Please know that all were much appreciated and that hopefully, it will soon be just a bad memory.
Kevin R Tipple © 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
Reviewing:"The Case Of The Greedy Lawyers" By Carl Brookins
You many not have been aware of it but Minneapolis is the home of Private Detective Sean “No Middle Initial” Sean. Yes, you read that right. His first name is his last, he has no middle name, and maybe that is why he looks at everything just a little differently than most would. He’s short at just five foot three, known for wearing his red Keds even when wearing nothing at all, and is good at what he does no matter what the might be. He also has a sense of humor except when one of his clients gets murdered.
Except she really wasn’t his client. She drifted into his office one day, hardly said a word, told him she would have to give things some more thought and left. Sometime later she was found dead. For Sean, after being asked to identify the body, he isn’t ready to let the police take over. He begins to investigate with all trails leading back to a huge law firm with a name that sounds like many publishing houses all put together. As he digs, violence begins to erupt and it becomes clear that his wise talking PI is being used as a pawn in someone’s power game.
This book is a very enjoyable read from short to finish on two different levels. On one, it is a send up of all the classic detective novels. With allusions to other books and characters and how they would react, the read is often very funny. The author clearly has a knack for puns and delights in naming so many things after various publishing houses. Many of them seem to be villains in one form or another which increases the amusement factor especially for those working in the writing profession.
On another level, the read is a typical detective story with occasional violence, a beautiful woman in his life, and all the rest including a complicated and intriguing case that slowly becomes clear. The story line moves forward at a steady pace and features a character that is unique and entertaining. Misdirect ions are many and what appears obvious in the middle part of the novel is far from certain by the end.
The result is an entertaining roller coaster of a ride and one very good novel. A fun fast read, one can only hope that more adventures are planned for the detective with no middle initial.
The Case of the Greedy Lawyers
By Carl Brookins
www.carlbrookins.com
Five Star
Hardback
ISBN 1-59414-319-6
266 PAGES
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Except she really wasn’t his client. She drifted into his office one day, hardly said a word, told him she would have to give things some more thought and left. Sometime later she was found dead. For Sean, after being asked to identify the body, he isn’t ready to let the police take over. He begins to investigate with all trails leading back to a huge law firm with a name that sounds like many publishing houses all put together. As he digs, violence begins to erupt and it becomes clear that his wise talking PI is being used as a pawn in someone’s power game.
This book is a very enjoyable read from short to finish on two different levels. On one, it is a send up of all the classic detective novels. With allusions to other books and characters and how they would react, the read is often very funny. The author clearly has a knack for puns and delights in naming so many things after various publishing houses. Many of them seem to be villains in one form or another which increases the amusement factor especially for those working in the writing profession.
On another level, the read is a typical detective story with occasional violence, a beautiful woman in his life, and all the rest including a complicated and intriguing case that slowly becomes clear. The story line moves forward at a steady pace and features a character that is unique and entertaining. Misdirect ions are many and what appears obvious in the middle part of the novel is far from certain by the end.
The result is an entertaining roller coaster of a ride and one very good novel. A fun fast read, one can only hope that more adventures are planned for the detective with no middle initial.
The Case of the Greedy Lawyers
By Carl Brookins
www.carlbrookins.com
Five Star
Hardback
ISBN 1-59414-319-6
266 PAGES
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Reviewing: The Man From Yesterday: A Jack Lehman Mystery by Seymour Shubin
The mind can be a tricky thing. The name of someone you just met might escape your remembrance while at the same time the name of some classmate in elementary school from decades ago can’t be forgotten. How many of us have forgotten our home phone number from time to time? For retired Detective Lieutenant Jack Lehman it seems to be happening more and more.
As the novel opens, he knows one thing for sure. A former snitch of his, the name he can’t remember, reached out and by phone told him that a big heist of over a million dollars had happened. The phone call had come after a long night when he was tormented by the fact that he simply could not remember the name of who his favorite late night talk show host was as he watched him on TV. He was still more asleep than awake when his snitch called and now, as he sits in front of Captain Hewitt, who runs his old 32nd District, he is humiliated and embarrassed.
As Captain Hewitt points out, while Jack can’t remember the name, a heist that big means the police should have heard something. Jack knows that is true but he also knows the call happened. Driven by a need to prove himself as well as to dispel the notion that he is nothing more than a senile old man, Jack begins to work the case. A case that leads back to the past and scores unsettled. Beset by his own memory problems and the assumptions of others, including his family that he is suffering from senility or early stage Alzheimer’s, Jack continues to push the case with little outside help others than from writer Colin Ryan who believes the former Lieutenant is on to something that could turn into a book for him.
While the novel does shift in point of view occasionally, the story is told primarily from the viewpoint of Jack Lehman. In so doing, the reader is treated to the viewpoint of a man who knows his memory is weakening and yet at the same time is sure that there is a case. A case that while shadowy and vague has some substance to it if he can just start pulling the pieces together. He also knows how others, including his family, feel about him and know that because of those assumptions, they aren’t going to take him seriously. That pain of self awareness as he rages against the dying of the light flows throughout the entire novel.
Featuring a complex central character dealing with the efforts of aging on so many levels, this novel becomes an engrossing story that works across the board. It becomes easy to cheer each success Jack has and suffer the agony of each setback. This book, much like “Witness To Myself” also from this author, pulls the reader into a world of personal pain and obsession where the character is on a hunt for vindication.
Book Facts:
The Man From Yesterday: A Jack Lehman Mystery
By Seymour Shubin
Academy Chicago Publishers
www.academychicago.com
2006
Hardback
ISBN #0-89733-529-5
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
As the novel opens, he knows one thing for sure. A former snitch of his, the name he can’t remember, reached out and by phone told him that a big heist of over a million dollars had happened. The phone call had come after a long night when he was tormented by the fact that he simply could not remember the name of who his favorite late night talk show host was as he watched him on TV. He was still more asleep than awake when his snitch called and now, as he sits in front of Captain Hewitt, who runs his old 32nd District, he is humiliated and embarrassed.
As Captain Hewitt points out, while Jack can’t remember the name, a heist that big means the police should have heard something. Jack knows that is true but he also knows the call happened. Driven by a need to prove himself as well as to dispel the notion that he is nothing more than a senile old man, Jack begins to work the case. A case that leads back to the past and scores unsettled. Beset by his own memory problems and the assumptions of others, including his family that he is suffering from senility or early stage Alzheimer’s, Jack continues to push the case with little outside help others than from writer Colin Ryan who believes the former Lieutenant is on to something that could turn into a book for him.
While the novel does shift in point of view occasionally, the story is told primarily from the viewpoint of Jack Lehman. In so doing, the reader is treated to the viewpoint of a man who knows his memory is weakening and yet at the same time is sure that there is a case. A case that while shadowy and vague has some substance to it if he can just start pulling the pieces together. He also knows how others, including his family, feel about him and know that because of those assumptions, they aren’t going to take him seriously. That pain of self awareness as he rages against the dying of the light flows throughout the entire novel.
Featuring a complex central character dealing with the efforts of aging on so many levels, this novel becomes an engrossing story that works across the board. It becomes easy to cheer each success Jack has and suffer the agony of each setback. This book, much like “Witness To Myself” also from this author, pulls the reader into a world of personal pain and obsession where the character is on a hunt for vindication.
Book Facts:
The Man From Yesterday: A Jack Lehman Mystery
By Seymour Shubin
Academy Chicago Publishers
www.academychicago.com
2006
Hardback
ISBN #0-89733-529-5
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
Reviewing: Witness To Myself by Seymour Shubin
Adolescence is a hard perplexing time ripe with strange thoughts, strange feelings, and impetuous actions with little consideration of the consequences. It certainly was fifteen years ago for teenager Alan Benning. His family, on vacation in Cape Cod by way of a large motor home, had no idea what he thought or felt. The family was well off, his parents were conservative and Alan, with no one to talk to about life and his feelings, began to hate and fear himself. That hatred and fear of himself grew and grew after the incident in the woods near the beach during that vacation.
In the present day, Alan, now thirty is a successful lawyer with a steady girlfriend, Anna, a loving cousin, and an obsession about what might or might not have happened that fateful day fifteen years ago. Driven to know, he begins to unravel his own perfect life. A life that appears to be perfect but hides so many dark secrets that he is not sure of what actually happened back then.
Author Seymour Shubin has weaved a complete tale about the human spirit. Shifting in point of view between Alan and his cousin the author paints a picture of obsession. Not only is Alan obsessed with what he might or might not have done but the cousin has his own obsession. The cousin’s need isn’t as obvious early in the novel but the end of the book it is clear that his own obsession is just as strong.
It is also clear that the author is commenting on the nature of mankind. Those little things that surely lead to disaster. Those little things, unnoticed or unremarked at the time and yet become telling through the use of hindsight. The signs were obvious, as they often are, and unnoticed until long after the fact. The author makes this point throughout the work as he weaves complex multifaceted characters throughout the tale.
The result is a fast paced intense read. While only 250 pages in paperback, this isn’t a beach book and far from it. This is a book that rapidly becomes a real page turner as it pulls the reader into a world not unlike his or her own. This is a book that one doesn’t want interrupted and is sorry to see end. Intense and driven, the book doesn’t let go until that final phrase “the end” and even then lingers in the mind.
Book Facts:
Witness To Myself
By Seymour Shubin
2006
Hard Case Crime
www.HardCaseCrime.com
Paperback
ISBN #0-8439-5590-2
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
In the present day, Alan, now thirty is a successful lawyer with a steady girlfriend, Anna, a loving cousin, and an obsession about what might or might not have happened that fateful day fifteen years ago. Driven to know, he begins to unravel his own perfect life. A life that appears to be perfect but hides so many dark secrets that he is not sure of what actually happened back then.
Author Seymour Shubin has weaved a complete tale about the human spirit. Shifting in point of view between Alan and his cousin the author paints a picture of obsession. Not only is Alan obsessed with what he might or might not have done but the cousin has his own obsession. The cousin’s need isn’t as obvious early in the novel but the end of the book it is clear that his own obsession is just as strong.
It is also clear that the author is commenting on the nature of mankind. Those little things that surely lead to disaster. Those little things, unnoticed or unremarked at the time and yet become telling through the use of hindsight. The signs were obvious, as they often are, and unnoticed until long after the fact. The author makes this point throughout the work as he weaves complex multifaceted characters throughout the tale.
The result is a fast paced intense read. While only 250 pages in paperback, this isn’t a beach book and far from it. This is a book that rapidly becomes a real page turner as it pulls the reader into a world not unlike his or her own. This is a book that one doesn’t want interrupted and is sorry to see end. Intense and driven, the book doesn’t let go until that final phrase “the end” and even then lingers in the mind.
Book Facts:
Witness To Myself
By Seymour Shubin
2006
Hard Case Crime
www.HardCaseCrime.com
Paperback
ISBN #0-8439-5590-2
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Reviewing: Nothing But Trouble: A Kevin Kerney Novel
This latest Kevin Kerney novel finds Kerney and his family at a cross roads. The Santa Fe Police chief knows that his current lifestyle is not working. With his job in New Mexico and his wife Sara currently assigned to the Pentagon he is unable to see her or his three year old son Patrick as he wants too. With the nation at war and Sara unable to leave her job and not wanting to either, Kevin is beginning to think that it is time to move on.
Moving on is also a concept he also feels should apply to his former friend Johnny Jordan. Johnny always had one scheme or another going while he chased women and drank to excess. That hasn’t changed but the schemes have gotten grander. This time he intends to produce a modern day western and wants Kevin involved as a technical advisor for old times sake. Though suspicious of Johnny’s real motives, Kevin needs a change of pace and decides to accept the proposition.
Before long, Kevin finds himself deep in a murder investigation that may have links to illegal immigrant smuggling and organized crime. He is also deep into parenting as Sara is off to Ireland on a far reaching investigation of her own that first began several novels ago involving desertion and smuggling. Kevin juggles both and before long, finds himself failing at all of it.
This latest book in the series, that 10th overall, clearly is a set up for the next one. Fundamental changes in their lives are happening and neither Sara nor Kevin is very sure about where their professional careers are headed. A story plot that could have been exploited and yet is not given nearly as much attention as the focus is primarily on the details of how to make a movie.
Those details, which are extensive, one could reasonably expect to be key in resolving the investigation aren’t. Instead, they provide long breaks in action throughout the book and do not provide any more information than one could gleam from watching one of the many Hollywood coverage shows. They seen to serve no real purpose other than to fill pages and boost the word count.
However, when author Michael McGarrity allows the characters to do what they do best, both Kevin and Sara move steadily forward carrying the novel forward in their separate cases. As always, in those sections the result is a good read that captivates the reader and provides strong entertainment especially in regards to Sara’s case.
The overall novel is a bit of rollercoaster read as it bogs down in several spots and moves smoothly at a rapid pace in others. While average for the series, McGarrity’s work is better than most others on their best day and that certainly is true here.
Book Facts:
Nothing But Trouble: A Kevin Kerney Novel
By Michael McGarrity
2006
Dutton
Hardcover
ISBN# 0-525-94919-X
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Moving on is also a concept he also feels should apply to his former friend Johnny Jordan. Johnny always had one scheme or another going while he chased women and drank to excess. That hasn’t changed but the schemes have gotten grander. This time he intends to produce a modern day western and wants Kevin involved as a technical advisor for old times sake. Though suspicious of Johnny’s real motives, Kevin needs a change of pace and decides to accept the proposition.
Before long, Kevin finds himself deep in a murder investigation that may have links to illegal immigrant smuggling and organized crime. He is also deep into parenting as Sara is off to Ireland on a far reaching investigation of her own that first began several novels ago involving desertion and smuggling. Kevin juggles both and before long, finds himself failing at all of it.
This latest book in the series, that 10th overall, clearly is a set up for the next one. Fundamental changes in their lives are happening and neither Sara nor Kevin is very sure about where their professional careers are headed. A story plot that could have been exploited and yet is not given nearly as much attention as the focus is primarily on the details of how to make a movie.
Those details, which are extensive, one could reasonably expect to be key in resolving the investigation aren’t. Instead, they provide long breaks in action throughout the book and do not provide any more information than one could gleam from watching one of the many Hollywood coverage shows. They seen to serve no real purpose other than to fill pages and boost the word count.
However, when author Michael McGarrity allows the characters to do what they do best, both Kevin and Sara move steadily forward carrying the novel forward in their separate cases. As always, in those sections the result is a good read that captivates the reader and provides strong entertainment especially in regards to Sara’s case.
The overall novel is a bit of rollercoaster read as it bogs down in several spots and moves smoothly at a rapid pace in others. While average for the series, McGarrity’s work is better than most others on their best day and that certainly is true here.
Book Facts:
Nothing But Trouble: A Kevin Kerney Novel
By Michael McGarrity
2006
Dutton
Hardcover
ISBN# 0-525-94919-X
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Reviewing: "Laguna" by Michael Putegnat
Texas has a long history of very wealthy landowners controlling not just their land, but the way of life for the local people in the area. Some have acted like benevolent dictators while others have seen themselves as gods who should have every whim catered to without question. John Magne IV certainly fits the latter category.
The current patriarch of a family that has always gotten their way over the decades is faced with a dilemma. Not only are his grown children less than helpful in keeping things going but he sees his empire beginning to crumble. Loans are coming due and the local banker is getting a bit big for his britches. But John Magne IV has a plan to deal with all of it. He wants to drill for natural gas as he believes a field lurks beneath his land in the Laguna Madre. The resulting financial windfall, if the gas is there, will restore the family’s financial footing and increase their power base considerably.
To make it all happen, he will need help and return on favors and deals he has made over the years with politicians and regulators as well as the money men. As he puts the wheels in motion on plans he has made, so do others with their own plans either is support or against John Magne IV and his interests. The result is an interesting read with shades of Greek tragedy and hubris that spans a number of interrelated characters and generations of family members.
While the read is interesting and the attempted tale is grand, this novel could have been so much better. A slick marketing package does not make a good book. Instead, it creates an illusion of what the book will be and when the book fails to reach the marketing hype, disappoints the reader. Such is the case here.
More than any thing, a strong editor would have been able to cut back on some of the overwriting of dialogue and scene as well as streamline the work so that it moves forward at a better pace. Despite the often cited blurb found on all promotional items, book jacket, etc. the author does not have a “crisp writing style.” The novel drags at numerous spots and the pace throughout work is uneven with sudden starts and near stops.
Dialogue sections are most often the problem throughout the novel as they frequently read unrealistically, both in terms of stilted prose as well as going on much longer than normal human conversation. They are also used as info dumps and serve to bring the action to a virtual standstill. At the same time, the narrative sections provide some of the best writing and serve well to move the story along. Not only do they do that, but especially in the sections detailing the region, showcase the author’s clear experience and appreciation for the natural beauty of the area.
The result is a rollercoaster of a read that serves to disappoint in that the author tried to do so much. This is a grand book in terms of various storylines covering various generations with numerous small subplots. Several of such should have been eliminated which would have resulted in a radical structural change but yet a much better book. Like many books that are released though publishing houses where authors share the financial costs of publication, this novel could have been and should have been so much more. It certainly never lives up to the hype of the promotional materials this reviewer received, nor does it ever answer the teaser questions posed in the materials. Taken for what the novel actually is, this work becomes an average read at best.
Laguna: A Novel
By Michael Putegnat
www.MichaelPutegnat.com
Synergy Books
www.bookpros.com
2006
Hardback
ISBN #1-933538-19-8
$21.95 US
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
The current patriarch of a family that has always gotten their way over the decades is faced with a dilemma. Not only are his grown children less than helpful in keeping things going but he sees his empire beginning to crumble. Loans are coming due and the local banker is getting a bit big for his britches. But John Magne IV has a plan to deal with all of it. He wants to drill for natural gas as he believes a field lurks beneath his land in the Laguna Madre. The resulting financial windfall, if the gas is there, will restore the family’s financial footing and increase their power base considerably.
To make it all happen, he will need help and return on favors and deals he has made over the years with politicians and regulators as well as the money men. As he puts the wheels in motion on plans he has made, so do others with their own plans either is support or against John Magne IV and his interests. The result is an interesting read with shades of Greek tragedy and hubris that spans a number of interrelated characters and generations of family members.
While the read is interesting and the attempted tale is grand, this novel could have been so much better. A slick marketing package does not make a good book. Instead, it creates an illusion of what the book will be and when the book fails to reach the marketing hype, disappoints the reader. Such is the case here.
More than any thing, a strong editor would have been able to cut back on some of the overwriting of dialogue and scene as well as streamline the work so that it moves forward at a better pace. Despite the often cited blurb found on all promotional items, book jacket, etc. the author does not have a “crisp writing style.” The novel drags at numerous spots and the pace throughout work is uneven with sudden starts and near stops.
Dialogue sections are most often the problem throughout the novel as they frequently read unrealistically, both in terms of stilted prose as well as going on much longer than normal human conversation. They are also used as info dumps and serve to bring the action to a virtual standstill. At the same time, the narrative sections provide some of the best writing and serve well to move the story along. Not only do they do that, but especially in the sections detailing the region, showcase the author’s clear experience and appreciation for the natural beauty of the area.
The result is a rollercoaster of a read that serves to disappoint in that the author tried to do so much. This is a grand book in terms of various storylines covering various generations with numerous small subplots. Several of such should have been eliminated which would have resulted in a radical structural change but yet a much better book. Like many books that are released though publishing houses where authors share the financial costs of publication, this novel could have been and should have been so much more. It certainly never lives up to the hype of the promotional materials this reviewer received, nor does it ever answer the teaser questions posed in the materials. Taken for what the novel actually is, this work becomes an average read at best.
Laguna: A Novel
By Michael Putegnat
www.MichaelPutegnat.com
Synergy Books
www.bookpros.com
2006
Hardback
ISBN #1-933538-19-8
$21.95 US
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
The siren's song in "Sorrow's Anthem"
Building upon the series that began in “Tonight, I Said Goodbye” author Koryta brings back private investigators Lincoln Perry and his partner, Joe Pritchard in another excellent read. This time around, Lincoln Perry is driven to help an estranged friend and it could cost him in ways he never saw coming.
Years ago when Lincoln was on the Cleveland Police Force he was put into a very difficult position. He could ignore his old friend’s criminal activities or he could work him like any other suspect. Lincoln chose not to prevent his childhood friend Ed Gradduk from going to jail. That decision severed a friendship, marked Lincoln as an outcast in his old neighborhood, and changed both lives forever. With Ed in the news and on the run from charges of arson, murder, and others, Lincoln sees an opportunity to try once more to save his friend from himself as well as assuage his own guilt.
Minutes after finding him, Lincoln is powerless to save him as Ed dies in a confrontation with police. But, just because he died does not mean the case is over. It just means Lincoln feels even more guilt and now he has to deal with a grieving mother, former friends that hold him responsible and a trail that has few answers now that the man that could give them is dead.
As the bodies began to stack up and houses burn in the old neighborhood, Lincoln is forced to relieve a childhood that he thought he understood completely. Decisions made decades ago have come back to haunt those alive today and it becomes a real question as to whom will survive the repercussions.
As he did in the first novel, the author weaves another complicated and compelling read. The pace moves along steadily without a wasted word or thought as Lincoln works the case. Back story sections are brief, to the point, and provide not only information, but rich character detail. Such transitions are done well and do not serve as information dumps as routinely happens with lesser authors.
While this is second in the series, it certainly could be read independently as a stand alone. There are brief references to the earlier novel but the information shared would not harm the enjoyment of that read. This is another excellent novel from the author and does not fall prey to any of the normal second novel weaknesses.
Sorrow’s Anthem
By Michael Koryta
ISBN#0-312-34010-9
Hardcover
www.minotaurbooks.com
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Years ago when Lincoln was on the Cleveland Police Force he was put into a very difficult position. He could ignore his old friend’s criminal activities or he could work him like any other suspect. Lincoln chose not to prevent his childhood friend Ed Gradduk from going to jail. That decision severed a friendship, marked Lincoln as an outcast in his old neighborhood, and changed both lives forever. With Ed in the news and on the run from charges of arson, murder, and others, Lincoln sees an opportunity to try once more to save his friend from himself as well as assuage his own guilt.
Minutes after finding him, Lincoln is powerless to save him as Ed dies in a confrontation with police. But, just because he died does not mean the case is over. It just means Lincoln feels even more guilt and now he has to deal with a grieving mother, former friends that hold him responsible and a trail that has few answers now that the man that could give them is dead.
As the bodies began to stack up and houses burn in the old neighborhood, Lincoln is forced to relieve a childhood that he thought he understood completely. Decisions made decades ago have come back to haunt those alive today and it becomes a real question as to whom will survive the repercussions.
As he did in the first novel, the author weaves another complicated and compelling read. The pace moves along steadily without a wasted word or thought as Lincoln works the case. Back story sections are brief, to the point, and provide not only information, but rich character detail. Such transitions are done well and do not serve as information dumps as routinely happens with lesser authors.
While this is second in the series, it certainly could be read independently as a stand alone. There are brief references to the earlier novel but the information shared would not harm the enjoyment of that read. This is another excellent novel from the author and does not fall prey to any of the normal second novel weaknesses.
Sorrow’s Anthem
By Michael Koryta
ISBN#0-312-34010-9
Hardcover
www.minotaurbooks.com
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Haven't we figured this out yet?
Sometimes that moment, that tipping point, where everything begins to go inexorably downhill is obvious. Sometimes it isn’t. For Nick Conover, CEO of Stratton Corporation, the moment isn’t clear though he knows that things aren’t going well. His knowledge is just the tip of the proverbial tip of the iceberg and he has no idea how bad or how fast his slide downhill is going to be.
He knows he isn’t liked by his employees or the community at large and things aren’t much better at home. Nothing has been the same since his wife died. His teenage son, Lucas, hates his guts. His daughter, Julia, still loves him but things aren’t the way they were. The fact that someone keeps vandalizing their house in the expensive gated community doesn’t help matters. Having “No hiding place” written on your walls in spray paint is never a good thing. The vandalism seems to point to a faceless nameless former employee, one of many recently laid off as Nick has struggled to save a business which has recently become a small part of a much larger business empire.
With the local police force unwilling to find his vandal, Nick arms himself to protect his family. Before long, a trespasser is dead, Nick is part of a conspiracy to cover up the death and all sense of control Nick had over his personal as well as his professional life is lost.
Like most thrillers, character development is somewhat limited in this work. Most of the character development is done through back story detailing various momentous moments in Nick and his family’s past long before the period of time the novel event’s actually happen. These events aren’t complicated and are rather straightforward as well as gradually revealed throughout the course of the book.
As in most thrillers, several enemies are clearly identified early while others are revealed later in such a way to reduce the entire novel to us vs. them situation. That certainly is true here as Nick struggles mightily to defend not only himself, but his family from assault. At the same time as his actions continue to invite more trouble into his life, he attempts to bridge the gap between himself and Lucas in order to save Lucas from a clear path of self destruction.
The result is an entertaining fast moving read that pulls the reader along at a rapid clip. The novel does not pretend to be anything more than it is--a fun read. It serves that purpose well and reinforces the idea that so many folks still have yet to learn. The cover up is always worse than the crime.
Company Man
By Joseph Finder
ISBN# 0-312-31916-9
Hardback
2005
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
He knows he isn’t liked by his employees or the community at large and things aren’t much better at home. Nothing has been the same since his wife died. His teenage son, Lucas, hates his guts. His daughter, Julia, still loves him but things aren’t the way they were. The fact that someone keeps vandalizing their house in the expensive gated community doesn’t help matters. Having “No hiding place” written on your walls in spray paint is never a good thing. The vandalism seems to point to a faceless nameless former employee, one of many recently laid off as Nick has struggled to save a business which has recently become a small part of a much larger business empire.
With the local police force unwilling to find his vandal, Nick arms himself to protect his family. Before long, a trespasser is dead, Nick is part of a conspiracy to cover up the death and all sense of control Nick had over his personal as well as his professional life is lost.
Like most thrillers, character development is somewhat limited in this work. Most of the character development is done through back story detailing various momentous moments in Nick and his family’s past long before the period of time the novel event’s actually happen. These events aren’t complicated and are rather straightforward as well as gradually revealed throughout the course of the book.
As in most thrillers, several enemies are clearly identified early while others are revealed later in such a way to reduce the entire novel to us vs. them situation. That certainly is true here as Nick struggles mightily to defend not only himself, but his family from assault. At the same time as his actions continue to invite more trouble into his life, he attempts to bridge the gap between himself and Lucas in order to save Lucas from a clear path of self destruction.
The result is an entertaining fast moving read that pulls the reader along at a rapid clip. The novel does not pretend to be anything more than it is--a fun read. It serves that purpose well and reinforces the idea that so many folks still have yet to learn. The cover up is always worse than the crime.
Company Man
By Joseph Finder
ISBN# 0-312-31916-9
Hardback
2005
Kevin R. Tipple © 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Update
Its been a rough stretch. The computer blew up, the wife has been in the hospital, and lots of other stuff that wasn't much fun. But, things are looking up and I hope to be back going strong again soon.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Computer death
Its ugly and painful. Monday evening my computer died in a flash of light and a puff of smoke. It is no more. Thanks to filters at my local library, I can't access my e-mail or my groups. So, it might be awhile before I can do much of anything.
Will post reviews when I can.
Kevin
Will post reviews when I can.
Kevin
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Scattered Musings
Kevin’s Corner
Well, it has been awhile, hasn’t it? It wasn’t exactly my plan to disappear from these parts for all intents and purposes for over a month. But getting sick and some personal issues, along with Spring Break for my sons and working for a living, have all conspired against me. So, while my online presence here and elsewhere isn’t quite as vocal as normal, I am still around.
One of the things I was recently involved with was serving as a Judge for the Derringer Awards. The Derringers are awards given out by the Short Mystery Fiction Society for the best in the field of Short Mystery Fiction. Again this year, I was honored and privileged to be a judge for the initial screening process. There were a number of judges with varied tastes in reading materials and the ones that scored best will be presented to the entire membership for awards consideration.
I was also recently informed that a part of my review for the novel “Pier Pressure” by Dorothy Francis was selected to be placed on the back cover of the paperback. The review dates back to when I was still working for “The Blue Iris Journal” and as such mentions that online publication. As many of you know, the site has been on hiatus for quite some time but I still hope it will come back as that was where I got my reviewing start. Elizabeth Burton took a chance on me and as they say, the rest is history.
Speaking of history, Texas History plays a huge role in two of my reviews in the March edition of SENIOR NEWS available in various locations around the great state of Texas including Whole Foods stores in Plano and Dallas. This month my review of “Blood Kin” by Henry Chappell is the lead and concerns a young man named Isaac Webb in the days and years after the fall of the Alamo. This is a young man who begins the novel incredibly naïve and as he rises in the ranks of the Texas Rangers and becomes chief negotiator with the local Comanches, becomes a more and more complex character as does Texas around him. This is a very strong read that provides a far different vision than the normal stereotypes on all sides.
Also reviewed this month is “Last Chance In Texas: The Redemption of Criminal Youth” by John Hubner. We all have a stake in the Texas justice system regardless of the age of the person involved. This book, base don the author’s incredible access to files and inmates provides a rare opportunity to see behind the gates at what brought the young offenders into the program and how they may or may not be able to turn their lives around.
That is about it. The skies are darkening rapidly here and I think I hear the rumble of thunder above the din of yet another video game down the hall, so I better get moving here.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Well, it has been awhile, hasn’t it? It wasn’t exactly my plan to disappear from these parts for all intents and purposes for over a month. But getting sick and some personal issues, along with Spring Break for my sons and working for a living, have all conspired against me. So, while my online presence here and elsewhere isn’t quite as vocal as normal, I am still around.
One of the things I was recently involved with was serving as a Judge for the Derringer Awards. The Derringers are awards given out by the Short Mystery Fiction Society for the best in the field of Short Mystery Fiction. Again this year, I was honored and privileged to be a judge for the initial screening process. There were a number of judges with varied tastes in reading materials and the ones that scored best will be presented to the entire membership for awards consideration.
I was also recently informed that a part of my review for the novel “Pier Pressure” by Dorothy Francis was selected to be placed on the back cover of the paperback. The review dates back to when I was still working for “The Blue Iris Journal” and as such mentions that online publication. As many of you know, the site has been on hiatus for quite some time but I still hope it will come back as that was where I got my reviewing start. Elizabeth Burton took a chance on me and as they say, the rest is history.
Speaking of history, Texas History plays a huge role in two of my reviews in the March edition of SENIOR NEWS available in various locations around the great state of Texas including Whole Foods stores in Plano and Dallas. This month my review of “Blood Kin” by Henry Chappell is the lead and concerns a young man named Isaac Webb in the days and years after the fall of the Alamo. This is a young man who begins the novel incredibly naïve and as he rises in the ranks of the Texas Rangers and becomes chief negotiator with the local Comanches, becomes a more and more complex character as does Texas around him. This is a very strong read that provides a far different vision than the normal stereotypes on all sides.
Also reviewed this month is “Last Chance In Texas: The Redemption of Criminal Youth” by John Hubner. We all have a stake in the Texas justice system regardless of the age of the person involved. This book, base don the author’s incredible access to files and inmates provides a rare opportunity to see behind the gates at what brought the young offenders into the program and how they may or may not be able to turn their lives around.
That is about it. The skies are darkening rapidly here and I think I hear the rumble of thunder above the din of yet another video game down the hall, so I better get moving here.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Book Review: "High Priestess" by David Skibbins
Warren Ritter returns in the sequel to “Eight Of Swords” and like any really good sequel, it is always better to have read the first book. I did and if you haven’t, you really should read it before you read this one because things will be ruined otherwise.
As Warren discovered, while one can have a life on the run, it really isn’t possible to escape everything from your past. Plastic surgery can change your appearance. But, you still have your memories. You also have your habits and eventually if you stay in one place too long, you will become known to folks that you thought were long gone from your life. You might even think that at least some of them are dead since it has been more than thirty years. Such is the case for Warren when a man calling himself Mr. Hightower sits down at his sidewalk tarot table. As their discussion turns, Warren realizes that Mr. Hightower knows all about Warren’s past and is more than willing to use it against him.
What Mr. Hightower really wants is Warren’s help. When you are the leader of a local Satanic Church, you know that law enforcement isn’t going to take you seriously. People in his church are dying in what appears to be nothing more than rather bizarre accidents. Those accidents, if they were accidents, don’t explain the death threats Church leadership has been receiving. Not only is the man calling himself Mr. Hightower a target, there are others. Because of past events (read Eight Of Swords) Mr. Hightower believes Warren can help and intends to disclose Warren’s past if he won’t.
Warren, along with strong political beliefs about the past as well as the state of America today, is just a bit bored as well. Things have just been a little too stable for him lately and the pressure of that stability is wearing on him. He is dating and trying very hard to get his psychological house of cards in order as well as resist the lure of running again. Hightower didn’t need blackmail—Warren would have done it for free. The fact that Hightower is also willing to pay him for his troubles is a nice bonus.
Warren agrees and soon starts asking questions in all the wrong places and finds himself in real trouble. But, this is Warren Ritter. He has a unique outlook on everything and there is a method to his madness. The reader knows that not only will he get out of it but that his solution in this fast paced cozy style read will not be ordinary.
As in the first novel, politics and the state of the country are constant background themes to the work. So too is the concept of evil and the forms it may take. Neither thematic backdrop, though always subtlety present, detracts from the main engrossing mystery. Instead, as in most good novels, such issues work to enhance character development and the read. Such is the case here, which builds upon a strong first book to provide another mighty good read.
High Priestess
By David Skibbins
www.davidskibbins.com
Thomas Dunne Books (St. Martins Minotaur)
Hardback
ISBN# 0-312-35233-6
ARC
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
As Warren discovered, while one can have a life on the run, it really isn’t possible to escape everything from your past. Plastic surgery can change your appearance. But, you still have your memories. You also have your habits and eventually if you stay in one place too long, you will become known to folks that you thought were long gone from your life. You might even think that at least some of them are dead since it has been more than thirty years. Such is the case for Warren when a man calling himself Mr. Hightower sits down at his sidewalk tarot table. As their discussion turns, Warren realizes that Mr. Hightower knows all about Warren’s past and is more than willing to use it against him.
What Mr. Hightower really wants is Warren’s help. When you are the leader of a local Satanic Church, you know that law enforcement isn’t going to take you seriously. People in his church are dying in what appears to be nothing more than rather bizarre accidents. Those accidents, if they were accidents, don’t explain the death threats Church leadership has been receiving. Not only is the man calling himself Mr. Hightower a target, there are others. Because of past events (read Eight Of Swords) Mr. Hightower believes Warren can help and intends to disclose Warren’s past if he won’t.
Warren, along with strong political beliefs about the past as well as the state of America today, is just a bit bored as well. Things have just been a little too stable for him lately and the pressure of that stability is wearing on him. He is dating and trying very hard to get his psychological house of cards in order as well as resist the lure of running again. Hightower didn’t need blackmail—Warren would have done it for free. The fact that Hightower is also willing to pay him for his troubles is a nice bonus.
Warren agrees and soon starts asking questions in all the wrong places and finds himself in real trouble. But, this is Warren Ritter. He has a unique outlook on everything and there is a method to his madness. The reader knows that not only will he get out of it but that his solution in this fast paced cozy style read will not be ordinary.
As in the first novel, politics and the state of the country are constant background themes to the work. So too is the concept of evil and the forms it may take. Neither thematic backdrop, though always subtlety present, detracts from the main engrossing mystery. Instead, as in most good novels, such issues work to enhance character development and the read. Such is the case here, which builds upon a strong first book to provide another mighty good read.
High Priestess
By David Skibbins
www.davidskibbins.com
Thomas Dunne Books (St. Martins Minotaur)
Hardback
ISBN# 0-312-35233-6
ARC
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
It Was In The Cards
Kevin’s Corner
I know better. I should be working on my own stuff. I have the support of a great group that I meet with every month and right now I have nothing for the next session. There is the ongoing novel project that, in some senses, is sinking under its own weight like an SUV in a marsh. Despite the group consensus after reading nine chapters that, though it needs work and I should definitely not scrap it all and start over, I keep thinking I should.
Then, there is the ongoing short story situation. A number of contests are closing out at the end of the month and I keep thinking I should whip something up and enter each one. All are free which is great and all have intriguing premises. But, nothing is coming through the murk of my mind that would fit any of the contests let alone start a story.
I also recently found a number of stories that I had thought had been thrown out in the trash long ago. In fact, one of them made the rounds of the group last time and I got a lot of great advice that I should put to work. I also have some material to study and an offer from a friend to help with a kind of story I have never written before. So, I have plenty of projects to work on and I should be working on them right now. Logically, I know all that. I’m just not inspired to do any of it and haven’t been for weeks.
This is not good.
Yes, I know the old mantra about inspiration and how professionals don’t wait to feel motivated to write. Well, good for them. It does not work that way for me. I’m bummed and that is all there is to it. And yes, while I have lots of good excuses as to why I haven’t written much beyond the occasional review here and there and my monthly column for Senior News, none of them really matter. The bottom line is I am violating the fundamental rule of rear in the chair and fingers on the keyboard.
No doubt in a few hours I will be violating it again today and for most of the day. It just is too damn nice to be inside. As you know, Texas and especially North Texas is experiencing a severe drought. Lake levels are way down and water conservation measures are underway with more measures planned for implementation by the end of next month. Most of the days the skies have been clear and temperatures have been much higher than normal. It was 69 officially yesterday though I think we were warmer that that and sunny. So, it is just too nice to sit inside cooped up in front of a computer monitor. Not when bass are moving in the creek, trees are budding, and the occasional hornet comes winging by to annoy.
I knew my fate for the day was sealed when a small package arrived via the postal service bearing the name of author David Skibbins. If you missed his first novel “Eight of Swords” you ought to take a look at it. I was very happy to review it positively as I thought then and still do, that his character, Warren Ritter, had real potential for a series. In that novel, Ritter, who among other things reads the tarot, gets himself involved in a kidnapping and murder case and because of his links to a violent past involving the protests of the 60’s becomes a suspect. I’m oversimplifying greatly here the plot of that novel, but suffice it to say that it earned my good stuff seal of approval.
I knew another installment was underway and was supposed to be out this spring. So, I was very pleasantly surprised to open the small package and find an ARC for his latest, “High Priestess.” In this one, the past comes back once again to mess with Ritter, as an old girlfriend and her brother become the target for a serial killer. They want his help and have no problem using his past against him. I’m a little more than halfway through and enjoying it immensely. I’m not enjoying the sunburn I got on my face nearly as much though the boys seem to really like the raccoon eyes effect of the fact that I was wearing my sunglasses.
I have a feeling I won’t get much writing done today either. The porch is calling.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
I know better. I should be working on my own stuff. I have the support of a great group that I meet with every month and right now I have nothing for the next session. There is the ongoing novel project that, in some senses, is sinking under its own weight like an SUV in a marsh. Despite the group consensus after reading nine chapters that, though it needs work and I should definitely not scrap it all and start over, I keep thinking I should.
Then, there is the ongoing short story situation. A number of contests are closing out at the end of the month and I keep thinking I should whip something up and enter each one. All are free which is great and all have intriguing premises. But, nothing is coming through the murk of my mind that would fit any of the contests let alone start a story.
I also recently found a number of stories that I had thought had been thrown out in the trash long ago. In fact, one of them made the rounds of the group last time and I got a lot of great advice that I should put to work. I also have some material to study and an offer from a friend to help with a kind of story I have never written before. So, I have plenty of projects to work on and I should be working on them right now. Logically, I know all that. I’m just not inspired to do any of it and haven’t been for weeks.
This is not good.
Yes, I know the old mantra about inspiration and how professionals don’t wait to feel motivated to write. Well, good for them. It does not work that way for me. I’m bummed and that is all there is to it. And yes, while I have lots of good excuses as to why I haven’t written much beyond the occasional review here and there and my monthly column for Senior News, none of them really matter. The bottom line is I am violating the fundamental rule of rear in the chair and fingers on the keyboard.
No doubt in a few hours I will be violating it again today and for most of the day. It just is too damn nice to be inside. As you know, Texas and especially North Texas is experiencing a severe drought. Lake levels are way down and water conservation measures are underway with more measures planned for implementation by the end of next month. Most of the days the skies have been clear and temperatures have been much higher than normal. It was 69 officially yesterday though I think we were warmer that that and sunny. So, it is just too nice to sit inside cooped up in front of a computer monitor. Not when bass are moving in the creek, trees are budding, and the occasional hornet comes winging by to annoy.
I knew my fate for the day was sealed when a small package arrived via the postal service bearing the name of author David Skibbins. If you missed his first novel “Eight of Swords” you ought to take a look at it. I was very happy to review it positively as I thought then and still do, that his character, Warren Ritter, had real potential for a series. In that novel, Ritter, who among other things reads the tarot, gets himself involved in a kidnapping and murder case and because of his links to a violent past involving the protests of the 60’s becomes a suspect. I’m oversimplifying greatly here the plot of that novel, but suffice it to say that it earned my good stuff seal of approval.
I knew another installment was underway and was supposed to be out this spring. So, I was very pleasantly surprised to open the small package and find an ARC for his latest, “High Priestess.” In this one, the past comes back once again to mess with Ritter, as an old girlfriend and her brother become the target for a serial killer. They want his help and have no problem using his past against him. I’m a little more than halfway through and enjoying it immensely. I’m not enjoying the sunburn I got on my face nearly as much though the boys seem to really like the raccoon eyes effect of the fact that I was wearing my sunglasses.
I have a feeling I won’t get much writing done today either. The porch is calling.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
So, I Ask You....
Kevin’s Corner
Is it just me? I ask because the last week has seen a succession of strange events in my online world. I’m not really mad at anyone but rank all of this under the category of life’s petty little annoyances.
After reviewing for a number of years now, I have certain expectations. One of which is for my work to be taken seriously and appreciated. No, I’m not perfect and very well aware that I am far from it. But, if you want my work and you want it for free, as everyone seems to do, then you better have something in it for me to make up for not paying me. I have paid my dues and then some by this point. I’ve just had to turn down a gig I had accepted because it became clear that my work was not going to appear in the print version of the magazine.
No, I’m not going to name them or explain the rational I was given, but it was something I could not swallow under any circumstances. And it wasn’t, as some may feel, that I turned it down because a certain “reviewer” was and is given print access. While she and I see many books that we both have read differently as well as quite a few eyeball to eyeball as it were, that wasn’t the point. Heck, I admire her ability to read that fast. It must be nice.
The point was that my work and efforts were clearly not going to be valued the way I felt they should be at this point in my career. I don’t need “exposure” on yet another site. The whole point of joining this specific team and working for them was to get my work in print. This blog, as well as cyber sites in general just are not seen as important on the old resume as a print market. That is the plain hard truth of the matter no matter what the cyber proponents shriek to the heavens. I have had more than one editor point out to me that cyber outlets come and go and there is no stability and often no quality control.
Now, I have argued against that notion but like the argument a good friend of mine gives on the term POD, it really doesn’t matter. Perception is the key and when a print market editor feels that way, there isn’t much one can do to change his or her mind. Once I learned that what I had understood to be implied was not remotely true it became obvious that things weren’t going to work out after all.
That was disappointing but at least I knew now and not months from now. It served as the topping on what has been a strange few days. On a number of lists I am on, I have either been accidentally involved in an argument because something I said was twisted to fit someone else’s misperception of what I said or have watched a fight escalate between other list members over nothing. I have watched lists go wildly off topic and may in fact have also helped that along with a small comment or a joke.
Which brings home the point another good friend has made over the last year. Having read some of my efforts, he has commented repeatedly that what is holding me back is the fact that I spend way too much time on e-mail and discussions that really don’t matter. I’m on a number of writing lists because I keep thinking that somebody will pass on the secret that seems to be eluding me in terms of making sales. His contention is that what I need to do is get off the lists and work on my own stuff more. That I waste time reading list mail and will never find what I am looking for. He also argues that I should quit reviewing to focus on my own work.
I don’t know if he is right on that but I am beginning to think he is right about the list stuff. Especially since he has his book finished after a year and is shopping it and mine still sits here very much a rough draft in progress.
So, maybe it is just me. Maybe I am the one out of sorts with everyone else. I’d like to think not but as the sun rises to the east bringing yet another day of drought to North Texas, I’m beginning to wonder if it is a good idea to even check my e-mail.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Is it just me? I ask because the last week has seen a succession of strange events in my online world. I’m not really mad at anyone but rank all of this under the category of life’s petty little annoyances.
After reviewing for a number of years now, I have certain expectations. One of which is for my work to be taken seriously and appreciated. No, I’m not perfect and very well aware that I am far from it. But, if you want my work and you want it for free, as everyone seems to do, then you better have something in it for me to make up for not paying me. I have paid my dues and then some by this point. I’ve just had to turn down a gig I had accepted because it became clear that my work was not going to appear in the print version of the magazine.
No, I’m not going to name them or explain the rational I was given, but it was something I could not swallow under any circumstances. And it wasn’t, as some may feel, that I turned it down because a certain “reviewer” was and is given print access. While she and I see many books that we both have read differently as well as quite a few eyeball to eyeball as it were, that wasn’t the point. Heck, I admire her ability to read that fast. It must be nice.
The point was that my work and efforts were clearly not going to be valued the way I felt they should be at this point in my career. I don’t need “exposure” on yet another site. The whole point of joining this specific team and working for them was to get my work in print. This blog, as well as cyber sites in general just are not seen as important on the old resume as a print market. That is the plain hard truth of the matter no matter what the cyber proponents shriek to the heavens. I have had more than one editor point out to me that cyber outlets come and go and there is no stability and often no quality control.
Now, I have argued against that notion but like the argument a good friend of mine gives on the term POD, it really doesn’t matter. Perception is the key and when a print market editor feels that way, there isn’t much one can do to change his or her mind. Once I learned that what I had understood to be implied was not remotely true it became obvious that things weren’t going to work out after all.
That was disappointing but at least I knew now and not months from now. It served as the topping on what has been a strange few days. On a number of lists I am on, I have either been accidentally involved in an argument because something I said was twisted to fit someone else’s misperception of what I said or have watched a fight escalate between other list members over nothing. I have watched lists go wildly off topic and may in fact have also helped that along with a small comment or a joke.
Which brings home the point another good friend has made over the last year. Having read some of my efforts, he has commented repeatedly that what is holding me back is the fact that I spend way too much time on e-mail and discussions that really don’t matter. I’m on a number of writing lists because I keep thinking that somebody will pass on the secret that seems to be eluding me in terms of making sales. His contention is that what I need to do is get off the lists and work on my own stuff more. That I waste time reading list mail and will never find what I am looking for. He also argues that I should quit reviewing to focus on my own work.
I don’t know if he is right on that but I am beginning to think he is right about the list stuff. Especially since he has his book finished after a year and is shopping it and mine still sits here very much a rough draft in progress.
So, maybe it is just me. Maybe I am the one out of sorts with everyone else. I’d like to think not but as the sun rises to the east bringing yet another day of drought to North Texas, I’m beginning to wonder if it is a good idea to even check my e-mail.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Meet the Author: Earl Staggs
Kevin’s Corner
One of the things I have noticed about my local paper is that book coverage continues to shrink and shrink. With every design change to improve readability and to stop the steadily shrinking customer base, books are covered less and less. In so doing, author appearances are also covered less. Neither one is a good thing at all and maybe the bean counters at the paper ought to figure out that the better idea would be to cover more and quit dumbing down the paper.
In the meantime, I’m doing my part to help promote an author and a good friend. As some of you may know, Earl Staggs has been involved in the Short Mystery Fiction Society list for years. He was one of the first to welcome me with open arms on that list and has suffered through reading my efforts many times and has always offered constructive criticism on my efforts.
He was also aware that despite our friendship, if I thought his book stunk, I would say so. I do that something that used to get me in trouble with my bosses at the bookstores because they believe a book is a book is a book. They aren’t. Some books are just flat better than others. Fortunately for both of us, his book was/is really good and I was very pleased to write a very positive review of it for the online site Mysterical-e http://mystericale.com/current_issue/ That review is on down the page as a refresher for you.
If you are in the Dallas/Fort Worth area there are four chances coming up to “Meet The Author” as the say in the publicity world. So come on out, say hi to Earl, buy the book if you like, and make sure to tell him Kevin sent you.
January 14, 2006
Saturday, 10.30 AM
Barnes & Noble Booksellers #2193
2201 I-35 East South
Denton, Texas 76205
Event: Book signing
January 21, 2006
Saturday, 3 PM
Barnes & Noble #2060
Stonebriar Centre
2601 Preston Road, #1204
Frisco, Texas 75034
Event: Book signing
February 11, 2006
Saturday, 2 PMBarnes & Noble #2584
3909 S. Cooper
So. Arlington, TX 76015-4124
Event: Book signing
March 26, 2006
Sunday, 11 AM - 6 PM
5th Annual Plano Book Festival for Adult Literacy http://www.planobookfestival.com/index.asp
Plano TX
Memory Of A Murder
By Earl Staggs
Quiet Storm Publishing
http://www.quietstormpublishing.com/
Summer 2005
ARC
In Ocean City, former FBI Agent Adam Kingston has made a bit of a name for himself since he left the bureau. Thanks to a rather freakish accident, he has the ability to touch objects connected to individuals and see what has happened to them elsewhere---a sort of remote viewing. Such talent comes in handy at times, especially when the mother of his godson asks Adam to check on him.
Other than a brief image of a strange unkempt longhaired bearded man, Adam Kingston sees that everything is fine with Junior. Random images often drift into the viewing of the person he is concentrating on, so he isn’t that concerned about the man. But then the vision of the strange man appears in the flesh on his doorstep seeking Adam’s help. Suffering from amnesia, the man who gives his name as Chip Weathers, also believes he may have committed a murder. He has seen news reports of a body that was recently discovered buried in a basement in Baltimore. The woman died approximately sixteen years ago, which was about the same time as his amnesia. According to Chip, the doctors blame his amnesia on the shock of a tragic event. Chip believes he knew the woman and killed her and wants Adam to find out who she was and why he killed her.
In Baltimore, Detective Brenda McCort has her hands full. Not only is she working the female body in the basement case, she now has another body to deal with. “This time, a man shot, wrapped in black plastic trashbags and left in the trunk of a car.” (Chapter 2) He hasn’t been dead long and won’t be the last, as her cases will lead her to Ocean City and Adam’s case. Not only will they have to solve a sixteen-year-old murder case, but stop a new wake of killings based on the past.
Shifting in point of view from Adam, to Brenda, to a killer who enjoys the work way too much, this novel moves forward at a rapid pace. Both primary characters have suffered major traumas making the past a heavy and recurrent theme in the work. At the same time, both have survived and by being rich in such detail, become very real to the readers. So too is the killer who, unlike in many novels, is not a cold calculating unfeeling killing machine. While he may be a product that showcases the worst society has to offer, his motivations are clear and realistic and the killer becomes just as real for the reader.
As in a few other offerings I have had the pleasure of reading from this publisher, this is a quality novel. The characters are real, the story complex and changing, and Mr. Staggs performs an excellent piece of literary deception that keeps readers guessing to the end. Fans of his numerous short stories will not be disappointed and neither will those new to his work.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
One of the things I have noticed about my local paper is that book coverage continues to shrink and shrink. With every design change to improve readability and to stop the steadily shrinking customer base, books are covered less and less. In so doing, author appearances are also covered less. Neither one is a good thing at all and maybe the bean counters at the paper ought to figure out that the better idea would be to cover more and quit dumbing down the paper.
In the meantime, I’m doing my part to help promote an author and a good friend. As some of you may know, Earl Staggs has been involved in the Short Mystery Fiction Society list for years. He was one of the first to welcome me with open arms on that list and has suffered through reading my efforts many times and has always offered constructive criticism on my efforts.
He was also aware that despite our friendship, if I thought his book stunk, I would say so. I do that something that used to get me in trouble with my bosses at the bookstores because they believe a book is a book is a book. They aren’t. Some books are just flat better than others. Fortunately for both of us, his book was/is really good and I was very pleased to write a very positive review of it for the online site Mysterical-e http://mystericale.com/current_issue/ That review is on down the page as a refresher for you.
If you are in the Dallas/Fort Worth area there are four chances coming up to “Meet The Author” as the say in the publicity world. So come on out, say hi to Earl, buy the book if you like, and make sure to tell him Kevin sent you.
January 14, 2006
Saturday, 10.30 AM
Barnes & Noble Booksellers #2193
2201 I-35 East South
Denton, Texas 76205
Event: Book signing
January 21, 2006
Saturday, 3 PM
Barnes & Noble #2060
Stonebriar Centre
2601 Preston Road, #1204
Frisco, Texas 75034
Event: Book signing
February 11, 2006
Saturday, 2 PMBarnes & Noble #2584
3909 S. Cooper
So. Arlington, TX 76015-4124
Event: Book signing
March 26, 2006
Sunday, 11 AM - 6 PM
5th Annual Plano Book Festival for Adult Literacy http://www.planobookfestival.com/index.asp
Plano TX
Memory Of A Murder
By Earl Staggs
Quiet Storm Publishing
http://www.quietstormpublishing.com/
Summer 2005
ARC
In Ocean City, former FBI Agent Adam Kingston has made a bit of a name for himself since he left the bureau. Thanks to a rather freakish accident, he has the ability to touch objects connected to individuals and see what has happened to them elsewhere---a sort of remote viewing. Such talent comes in handy at times, especially when the mother of his godson asks Adam to check on him.
Other than a brief image of a strange unkempt longhaired bearded man, Adam Kingston sees that everything is fine with Junior. Random images often drift into the viewing of the person he is concentrating on, so he isn’t that concerned about the man. But then the vision of the strange man appears in the flesh on his doorstep seeking Adam’s help. Suffering from amnesia, the man who gives his name as Chip Weathers, also believes he may have committed a murder. He has seen news reports of a body that was recently discovered buried in a basement in Baltimore. The woman died approximately sixteen years ago, which was about the same time as his amnesia. According to Chip, the doctors blame his amnesia on the shock of a tragic event. Chip believes he knew the woman and killed her and wants Adam to find out who she was and why he killed her.
In Baltimore, Detective Brenda McCort has her hands full. Not only is she working the female body in the basement case, she now has another body to deal with. “This time, a man shot, wrapped in black plastic trashbags and left in the trunk of a car.” (Chapter 2) He hasn’t been dead long and won’t be the last, as her cases will lead her to Ocean City and Adam’s case. Not only will they have to solve a sixteen-year-old murder case, but stop a new wake of killings based on the past.
Shifting in point of view from Adam, to Brenda, to a killer who enjoys the work way too much, this novel moves forward at a rapid pace. Both primary characters have suffered major traumas making the past a heavy and recurrent theme in the work. At the same time, both have survived and by being rich in such detail, become very real to the readers. So too is the killer who, unlike in many novels, is not a cold calculating unfeeling killing machine. While he may be a product that showcases the worst society has to offer, his motivations are clear and realistic and the killer becomes just as real for the reader.
As in a few other offerings I have had the pleasure of reading from this publisher, this is a quality novel. The characters are real, the story complex and changing, and Mr. Staggs performs an excellent piece of literary deception that keeps readers guessing to the end. Fans of his numerous short stories will not be disappointed and neither will those new to his work.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Blood In The Desert
Kevin’s Corner
“Yeah, Wendell said. I guess you ought to be careful cussin the dead.
I would say at the least there probably aint no luck in it.
It’s just a bunch of Mexican drugrunners.
They were. They aint now.
I aint sure what you’re saying.
I’m just saying that whatever they were the only thing they are now is dead.
I’ll have to sleep on that.”
(No Country For Old Men, Page 73)
Sleep is something in short supply in this violence filled book.
Llewelyn Moss while on a hunt for antelope manages to wound one and is forced to chase it across the West Texas desert country. Instead of finding the antelope dead or dying he finds the results of a drug deal gone bad. To the south of him lie the mountains of Mexico and their stark beauty as well as the surrounding stark beauty of the desert country he walks in as he closes in on three off road vehicles and numerous bodies. He investigates and discovers the dead, the dying, the drugs and a large amount of money. He decides to take the money and run.
Huge mistake.
For Sheriff Ed Tom Bell society at large, as well as the folks that populate his county next to the Rio Grande, have changed so much that he doesn’t know what makes sense anymore. Already facing the twilight of his law enforcement career and burdened by what he did in the war, he feels helpless to stop the killing. With Moss on the run and a number of parties looking to get the money as well as the suddenly now missing drugs and not caring who dies in the process, this caring Sheriff seems always two steps behind.
But their paths do cross, as do numerous other paths in this highly atmospheric read. What follows is an engaging and often very violent read as the bodies pile up on a trail that leads into Mexico and back and forth across Southwest and West Texas. While the read does occasionally confuse the reader due to the author’s absolute refusal to use quotation marks and his rare use of identifier tags such as “he said,” etc., the novel provides a complex study of morality.
Much of this is done through the deeply complex character of Sheriff Bell. Simplifying greatly which does a disservice to the character and the novel, this is a man who knows that he has always done the best he could and yet wonders if he could have done more. He also wonders why so much was sacrificed in war to have society as it stands today. He wonders why the country he fought for has so many folks willing to dope themselves up among other philosophical issues. His conflicted character is in contrast to the killer Chigurh, who along with killing a number of people innocent and guilty alike, offers his own brand of absolute certainty in wisdom regarding himself and the world he inhabits. Somewhere in the middle is the character Llewelyn Moss, who far from perfect, gives in to temptation and sets lose a secondary wave of death and wonders what fate had to do with all of it.
The result is an engrossing story where amidst everything else, a world that makes no sense on one hand and perfect sense on the other is contemplated. Those looking for escapist fun need to look in other places and steer wide of this book. The novel is one of those examples that abound in good literature—a work that makes the reader think.
No Country For Old Men
By Cormac McCarthy
www.cormacmccarthybooks.com
Alfred A. Knopf
www.aaknopf.com
2005
ISBN # 0-375-40677-8
Hardback
309 Pages
$24.95 US
$32.95 Canada
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
“Yeah, Wendell said. I guess you ought to be careful cussin the dead.
I would say at the least there probably aint no luck in it.
It’s just a bunch of Mexican drugrunners.
They were. They aint now.
I aint sure what you’re saying.
I’m just saying that whatever they were the only thing they are now is dead.
I’ll have to sleep on that.”
(No Country For Old Men, Page 73)
Sleep is something in short supply in this violence filled book.
Llewelyn Moss while on a hunt for antelope manages to wound one and is forced to chase it across the West Texas desert country. Instead of finding the antelope dead or dying he finds the results of a drug deal gone bad. To the south of him lie the mountains of Mexico and their stark beauty as well as the surrounding stark beauty of the desert country he walks in as he closes in on three off road vehicles and numerous bodies. He investigates and discovers the dead, the dying, the drugs and a large amount of money. He decides to take the money and run.
Huge mistake.
For Sheriff Ed Tom Bell society at large, as well as the folks that populate his county next to the Rio Grande, have changed so much that he doesn’t know what makes sense anymore. Already facing the twilight of his law enforcement career and burdened by what he did in the war, he feels helpless to stop the killing. With Moss on the run and a number of parties looking to get the money as well as the suddenly now missing drugs and not caring who dies in the process, this caring Sheriff seems always two steps behind.
But their paths do cross, as do numerous other paths in this highly atmospheric read. What follows is an engaging and often very violent read as the bodies pile up on a trail that leads into Mexico and back and forth across Southwest and West Texas. While the read does occasionally confuse the reader due to the author’s absolute refusal to use quotation marks and his rare use of identifier tags such as “he said,” etc., the novel provides a complex study of morality.
Much of this is done through the deeply complex character of Sheriff Bell. Simplifying greatly which does a disservice to the character and the novel, this is a man who knows that he has always done the best he could and yet wonders if he could have done more. He also wonders why so much was sacrificed in war to have society as it stands today. He wonders why the country he fought for has so many folks willing to dope themselves up among other philosophical issues. His conflicted character is in contrast to the killer Chigurh, who along with killing a number of people innocent and guilty alike, offers his own brand of absolute certainty in wisdom regarding himself and the world he inhabits. Somewhere in the middle is the character Llewelyn Moss, who far from perfect, gives in to temptation and sets lose a secondary wave of death and wonders what fate had to do with all of it.
The result is an engrossing story where amidst everything else, a world that makes no sense on one hand and perfect sense on the other is contemplated. Those looking for escapist fun need to look in other places and steer wide of this book. The novel is one of those examples that abound in good literature—a work that makes the reader think.
No Country For Old Men
By Cormac McCarthy
www.cormacmccarthybooks.com
Alfred A. Knopf
www.aaknopf.com
2005
ISBN # 0-375-40677-8
Hardback
309 Pages
$24.95 US
$32.95 Canada
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Another Writing Life Update
Kevin’s Corner
It’s been a little over a month since my last column bemoaning the fact that my fiction still isn’t selling. Since then I don’t have any good news to report in the terms of sales. Nothing. Which is not only revolting personally but also when a cyber friend of mine posts the fact that he just received acceptances numbers 55, 56, and 57 (at last count as it changes hourly) for this year it becomes frustrating as all get out. In other words, he is humming along at more than one a week. Which is true because not only he is more talented than I am he has a lot more contacts and works flowing in the submission pipeline.
At the same time, I have been receiving words of encouragement not only here but through private e-mail as well. Then there is the fact that a certain group that I meet with every month has been enthusiastic in their continuing support of a novel I have been slowly working on. Yes, it has problems and needs a lot of work, but the overall core idea seems to entertain, as do the characters involved. It seems to be more an issue of how to make the novel better as opposed to blowing the whole thing up.
I am also reminded of one of my favorite authors James Lee Burke who experienced his own multi year drought in sales. By no means am I having the absolute nerve to compare my efforts to his. Not hardly. But it seems to me that if he and others have had such problems and overcome them to have the kinds of careers that I and many of us only dream about, then maybe it isn’t time to fold that tent just yet.
So, the tent is still up and the beat goes on. I’m still plagued by tons of self-doubt but then again, I know I may not be the best evaluator of my own work. Hopefully, like the parched landscape of North Texas, we shall both get watered in a good way pretty soon.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
It’s been a little over a month since my last column bemoaning the fact that my fiction still isn’t selling. Since then I don’t have any good news to report in the terms of sales. Nothing. Which is not only revolting personally but also when a cyber friend of mine posts the fact that he just received acceptances numbers 55, 56, and 57 (at last count as it changes hourly) for this year it becomes frustrating as all get out. In other words, he is humming along at more than one a week. Which is true because not only he is more talented than I am he has a lot more contacts and works flowing in the submission pipeline.
At the same time, I have been receiving words of encouragement not only here but through private e-mail as well. Then there is the fact that a certain group that I meet with every month has been enthusiastic in their continuing support of a novel I have been slowly working on. Yes, it has problems and needs a lot of work, but the overall core idea seems to entertain, as do the characters involved. It seems to be more an issue of how to make the novel better as opposed to blowing the whole thing up.
I am also reminded of one of my favorite authors James Lee Burke who experienced his own multi year drought in sales. By no means am I having the absolute nerve to compare my efforts to his. Not hardly. But it seems to me that if he and others have had such problems and overcome them to have the kinds of careers that I and many of us only dream about, then maybe it isn’t time to fold that tent just yet.
So, the tent is still up and the beat goes on. I’m still plagued by tons of self-doubt but then again, I know I may not be the best evaluator of my own work. Hopefully, like the parched landscape of North Texas, we shall both get watered in a good way pretty soon.
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More next time and as always feel free to drop me a note here or at Kevin_tipple@att.net with your comments, observations, and suggestions.
Thanks for reading!
Kevin R. Tipple © 2005
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