What I read in April

Well, I probably read more than these two, but they are the ones I remember and want to recommend. Both books were birthday presents from my clever children.

Jørn Lier Horst, Dregs (2011).

The sixth in the Norwegian series about Chief Inspector Wisting, but the first that has been translated into Danish and English. Nice, traditional police procedural.

Jo Nesbø, The Leopard (2011).

There is probably no need to introduce Harry Hole to my faithful readers, but even though I recommend this one for its exciting plot, I´ll have to warn you that this book is not for the faint.

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Goodbye to reviewing

As I explained in my New Year´s post, I seem to have mislaid my enthusiasm for reviewing the books I read. Now I have tried blogging sporadically, but my conclusion is that it is too difficult for me to juggle work, health, family, writing fiction and maintaining an interesting blog.

So what now?

Obviously I want to stay in touch with as many of you as possible, and I have not quite made up my mind if I should keep posting flash fiction and news about my writing career here. I might, especially as it has been such fun to write stories together with you.

But the easy solution would be to invite you to be my friends on Facebook and/or Goodreads. My ordinary facebook wall is for ´miscellaneous´, but I also have writer´s pages:

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Miscellaneous

Again, a reading report from my corner of the world.

The first one was a gift, I bought the other two myself.

Simon Beckett, Whispers of the Dead (2009)

I enjoyed the third David Hunter mystery a lot, but I understand readers who find the serial killer plot a bit offputting. Beckett´s book is not nearly as grizzly as those of Patricia Cornwell, however, and there is no glorification of the murderer.

No further excuses :)   I liked the book.

Deborah Sharp, Mama Does Time (2008)

American cosy mystery, the first in the Mace Bauer series. Strongly recommended for anyone who likes this sub-genre. Well-written, well-plotted and humorous.

I bought the book myself.

Catherine Czerkawska, The Curiosity Cabinet (2005)

I found this book via a British group for Kindle readers and writers. Warning: it is not a crime story, but a (somewhat romantic) mystery.

After having read the sample I was sold. This mystery takes place on a remote Hebridean island. Well, what could I do but buy the book?

The main character, Alys, returns to the island of Garve where her family went for a couple of holidays when she was a child. She feels lonely and amputated as her small son Ben has gone for a holiday abroad with his father and stepmother.

At first, the island seems to be ´the same as it always was´, but of course the reader cannot help wondering if it is such a good idea to return to her favourite holiday resort.

And then there is the old story about the young mother Henrietta who is abducted and carried to Garve where the highwaymen deliver her to the laird Manus McNeill.

As I enjoyed the gripping story, I was able to ignore that the new thread was written in the present tense.

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A bout of Sophie Hannah

After having stared at volume four of the Charlie Zailer and Simon Waterhouse series for two years, I broke down and added to my TBR by ordering volume three. As the kind donor of book four and five said, it would be best to read them in order. I did – and gobbled down two tomes in two days while recovering after our church & family Easter.

Sophie Hannah, The Point of Rescue (2008)

Apparently a woman has killed her daughter and herself in an atrocius family annihilation. Simon Waterhouse is not so certain, however, even if the mother´s diary seems to confirm she hated her life as a little girl´s skivvy. And a woman in the neighbourhood receives a nasty shock when she sees the bereaved family father, Mark Bretherick. She had a brief affair with Mark Bretherick the year before, but the man on the TV screen is a complete stranger.

The Other Half Lives (2009)

A woman seeks out Charlie Zailer and tells her the amazing story about her fiancé who believes he killed someone years ago. The fiancé turns up with a similar story, but when the police visit the supposed scene of crime, his victim is very much alive.

Both these police procedurals offered intriguing plots with plenty of twists; the kind of mysterious labyrinths I cannot resist. But I wish Hannah would try to make the police force more credible. In The Point of Rescue it wasn´t too bad, but in The Other Half Lives the entire police force are so busy gossiping and squabbling like jealous schoolgirls that it is a mystery how they ever get any police work done. And even though Charlie and Simon aren´t much better with their volcanic relationship, they are apparently the only intelligent investigators of the whole bunch. Well, enough said, and I do find it a bit tiresome, but if you are like me, you will probably conclude that the plots make up for this flaw.

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A Room Swept White (2010)

To prove my point I picked the fifth volume immediately. Probably a mistake, but I am fairly sure that no matter when I had read it, I would have been disappointed by the way Hannah handles the plot. Furthermore the battle between Simon Waterhouse and his superior, Proust, reaches new – ridiculous – levels in this book.

The very insecure TV producer Fliss Benson is thrown into the production of a documentary about women who have been tried or improsoned for murdering their own babies but later acquitted.

Despite the horrible theme, cot death or murder, I found this novel boring and disappointing. I didn´t like the plot or the slow progress, and all the characters seemed selfish and spiteful.

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Drawn and Quartered

Well, interrogated at least. Joo, whose blog I am visiting today, is a new acquaintance from the UK Kindle Users Forum, KUF.  A really nice and friendly place.

Interrogating Dorte Hummelshoj Jakobsen.

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Oldies but (mostly) goodies

I am alive and reading – now and then. Three mini or micro reviews. Three British books – all gifts, and I recommend the first two for anyone who likes a traditional mystery. The third one is a fast-paced thriller.

Ruth Rendell, Vanity Dies Hard (1965)

(Also called In Sickness and in Health)

Britain in the sixties – when a woman´s goal was to catch a man and start a family.

“Alice sighed. Even without a mirror she knew exactly what she must look like, a pleasant, blue-eyed Englishwoman, no longer very young and never worth a second glance. She put up her left hand to smooth back a trailing strand of fair hair and as she did so a raindrop splashed her new wedding ring. The sigh changed to a smile. What did anything matter, age, indifferent looks, competition, when she had Andrew?”

Rich and generous Alice ever so happy she has married a handsome and intelligent man as she considers herself very plain. The only cloud in her sky is her pretty friend Nesta who seems to have gone missing.

Psychological drama – mainly well done, but perhaps the ending is not overwhelmingly credible.

Reginald Hill, A Pinch of Snuff (1978)

The fifth Dalziel and Pascoe mystery. Peter Pascoe´s dentist is worried because he has watched an erotic film, and a certain scene makes him believe it is a snuff film where the violence is more real than he bargained for.

Though ´the big man´ taunts him, Pascoe looks into the mystery, and soon the dentist is involved in new problems when a young patient accuses him of indecency. Which accusations are true and which ones are false? Nice and well-written police procedural.

Frank Lean, Red for Rachel (1994)

British thriller – okay mystery and protagonist, but not one I´ll remember forever.

 

 

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Dead in a Flash

[I considered participating in a flash fiction contest this week, but my muse played a trick on me. Still, those of you who can guess the identity of Arty Mugworth and the other characters may enjoy my silly story.]

Killing Arty Mugworth

“Are you ready for the first question?”

Plonk. Arty Mugworth´s face landed slap-bang right in the middle of his shepherd´s pie, and his pint of Old Peculiar spattered across the table.

“Come on, let´s have it,” a jittery woman hissed.

“Shouldn´t we just check if Arty´s okay first?” Peter Gotright tried.

“Nope. Let´s get on with it.” All the concentrated pub guests shook their heads, some quite vehemently.

“What was the name of Philip Marlowe´s first girlfriend?” Gotright asked.

At the table next to Arty´s, Vera Stronghope shrugged a few drops of Old Peculiar off her crumpled mac.

“Finally a fair chance to win this year´s pub quiz, pet” she whispered to Charlie Fox next to her.

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PS: I had a good, long blog round today, but I had to give up commenting on a couple of Blogger blogs. Sorry; I´ll be back some other day.

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