Sunday, May 20, 2018
Let me start out by saying the last few issues of AHMM have had outstanding cover art. Truly.
It's hard enough to write a good crime story. Some people choose to increase the degree of difficulty by adding fantasy elements. Now you're trying to satisfy the strictures of two genres, and you know some people will reject your tale because they only enjoy one of them. So if you try it, you better know what you're doing.
Devenport, obviously, does.
The story begins with a bus driver spotting a "white lady hurrying toward her empty bus at eleven thirty night. The lady had pajamas on under her bathrobe and big, fat slippers on her feet, which explained why she couldn't break into a run." She also had a small dog under one arm, and a cat under the other.
Obviously a comic situation. But Katie Thomas is in a serious mess. She is running away from "the serial killer in my apartment." His name, she says, is John Fogus and they met in Hell.
Katie explains to an officer: She had been in a car accident two years earlier and was dead for thirty seconds. She spent that time in Hell, where she met 10,432 serial killers.
"That's a lot of people, Katie."
"They were all in one place together."
"Kind of like a stadium setting?"
So Katie is obviously crazy. Except someone did break into her apartment and left hints that tied him to unsolved killings.
A fun story which even offers an interesting take on Hell.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
Each of the stories in this book was written by a Scottish author and inspired by one of the nation's historic buildings.
In all fairness I should say I am pretty much the ideal target for this book. You know how I feel about mystery stories and I love Scotland. I have been in at least three of the buildings described herein.
But not Bothwell Castle, where our story takes place. There's a historical reenactment going on and the place is crowded with tourists, and also with some very bad people up to no-good. Soon they are taking hostages and making demands.
A cop named Catherine McLeod takes control of the situation but the hostages' best chance for rescue might be Sanny and Sid, two young sneak thieves who were scooped up with the tourists.
The plot is clever but what I most admire about the story is its language which is alive and feels real. (One of the young thieves make a complaint about telecommunicaations that made me laugh out loud.)
But in the passage below Sid has just called one of other hostages a "Septic," and the man demands an explanation.
"Septic tank. Yank."
This doesnae go down well either.
"I ain't no Yankee. I'll have you know I'm a proud Georgian. I'm from the South."
"The south of whit?" Sid asks.
"The Southern states," Sanny tells him. "Sure, the ones that got pumped in the Civil War."
"Silence," says the gunman... "Do not speak. And give me your phones. All of you."
This provokes a load of moaning, like the prospect of handing over their mobiles is worse than the prospect of imminent death...
Sunday, May 6, 2018
This is a tasty piece of work and I can't do justice to it in a plot summary. But here goes.
The narrator, Gareth, is a gofer for Mr. Driscoll, a British crime boss. Today his mission is to drive a Jaguar down to a prison where the car's owner, Harry the Spider Linton, is being released after seven years for robbing a post office. Although, as it turns out, Harry thinks he owes his incarceration to the stupidity of Mr. Driscoll.
Harry's rage is so feverish that it seems like it might end the trip prematurely. Gareth might me in danger. What is going to happen if/when Harry gets to his old mate's mansion, and encounters the man he now sees as the cause of his lost years?
Well, I can't tell you that. But I will say that the ending sent a shiver down my spine, and it is a rare story these days that gives me a spinal freeze.