Clea Simon
Novelist Dan Jones excels in re-imagining the life of common people in wartime, in particular a small group of English fighters embroiled in the so-called Hundred Years War (1337–1453) between England and France.
Mick Herron’s prose, it must be said, remains top-notch, chock full of puns and timely references, as well as colorful dialogue. But the premise of this successful series of espionage thrillers is beginning to show some wear.
This novel is as fresh and charming as any contemporary work this critic has read in ages.
“The Slip” raises issues of race and entitlement, as well as the malleability of identity, all in one big, sloppy, and occasionally gorgeous package.
This is a measured book, harrowing at times but also thoroughly enjoyable. It’s a fun read about a rape trial.
Over the decades, James Lee Burke has built up a distinctive and glorious body of work, and “Don’t Forget Me, Little Bessie” is a notable addition to the canon and possibly his most comprehensive.
Through it all, Deanna Raybourn’s quartet of females rely on the acuity and resourcefulness that has made the author’s other series characters both so memorable and beloved.
The book marks a marvelous entrance by an important new heroine onto the mystery stage: a drag queen, who goes in and out of her drag character as she investigates the murder of a friend.
This novel is a fun, light read. But best-selling author Richard Osman needs to take more time to delve into his characters if he wants to equal his previous cozy mysteries.
James Lee Burke’s “Clete” is Beat poetry, suffused with sadness and longing for all those sunsets now gone.
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