Ten years have passed since Joe Coughlin's enemies killed his wife and destroyed his empire, and much has changed. Prohibition is dead, the world is at war again, and Joe's son, Tomas, is growing up. Now, the former crime kingpin works as a consigliore to the Bartolo crime family, travelling between Tampa and Cuba, his wife's homeland.
Denis Lehane returns to the world of gangsters and organised crime in World Gone By. In 2008, Lehane, already known for his Kenzie and Genarro crime series (of which Gone Baby Gone is the best known) and stand alone novels like Mystic River and Shutter Island, penned The Given Day: a historical epic about the fiercely Irish Coughlin family set during the 1919 Boston Police riots. The loosely connected sequel Live by Night, stepped forwards a few years and centred around black sheep of the Coughlin family, Joe, who finds himself enmeshed in the prohibition era organised crime. Live by Night chartered Joe’s rise from a small time hood in Boston, through wit and guile and a propensity for violence, to running a crime syndicate in Florida.
World Gone By finds Joe ten years on. He has stepped down from the top role, ceding it to his oldest friend (and more importantly Italian) Dion Bartolo. Joe is the consigliere, the fixer. Every crime family and syndicate owes him for some scheme he has put in place to make them money. As Dion says at one point – this is their “thing”, finding ways to screw the Government out of money. So when Joe learns that someone has taken a contract out on him, he needs to find out why.
But the contract is just a symptom of wider changes occurring in the world that Joe has built. While the old guard try to hold things together, their younger, power hungry lieutenants are restless and start to use the old rules to fashion their own, new world order. World Gone By, as the title suggests is looking at change - change of attitude, change of rules, change of generation – and of the dangers of looking back versus the risks of looking forward. Joe sees this almost physically in the form of a ghostly image of a young boy from his past. But others are haunted too by the choices that they made and the lives that they have led. This feeling is instilled in the book right from the first chapter, where a journalist reflects on photos of a charity ball that Joe hosted and how many of the people in those photos are now dead.
Joe Coughlin is a complex and engaging anti-hero. He constantly strives to do what he thinks is the right thing within a fundamentally corrupt and corrupting system. Joe does not think of himself as ‘bad’ although he accepts that he does bad things. But as the threat comes closer to him and his family Joe’s propensity for violent solutions comes to the surface. Despite this, Joe constantly tries to set an example for his ten year old son, and wants him to think well of him despite his day job as a gangster.
World Gone By is another brilliant, layered crime novel from Lehane, one of the world’s premier crime writers. It can be read as a stand alone, but readers of the earlier novels will be more rewarded. The plot ticks over with plenty of twists and turns to keep the reader guessing. The descriptions and set pieces are cinematic. The dialogue shifts from goodfellas style talk to deep conversations about the nature of good and evil, racism and morality. This is a writer at the top of his game.
Review - THE WHITES, Richard Price writing as Harry Brandt
Writing as Harry Brandt, Richard Price has adopted a transparent pseudonym for this brilliant thriller about a rogue NYPD detective dragged back into his dark past by a murder in the present
Richard Price is well known for gritty crime dramas in a number of forms. His early novel Clockers, about crime on the streets of New Jersey brought him favourable attention. He went on to write film scripts (Sea of Love, a crime thriller starring Al Pacino) and award winning episodes of TV’s The Wire. Price claims he created the writing persona Harry Brandt as a way of divorcing himself a little from this output and focusing on a more down-the-line police procedural genre piece. The Whites proves, in a good way, that this has turned out as a bit of a lost cause. The Whites has some genre elements, but it is about much more than life on the beat in New York City.
The first issue to deal with is the name of the book. At first glance, it might be assumed that The Whites is some sort of reference to race relations, always a fertile source of material for American crime novels. But the name actually has a much more literary source. A "white" is the one that got away, a cop’s personal Moby Dick. These are criminals who have committed despicable crimes but managed to dodge the system whether it was through lack of evidence or some technicality. Many of the cops and ex-cops of the book carry their whites around with them, keeping an eye on their quarry and staying in touch with the families of the victims even after they have left the police force. As the plot unfolds, the term “white” starts to take on a broader meaning, referring to any obsession or lifelong pursuit that, much like Captain Ahab, can drive people to dangerous extremes.
Billy Graves heads the Night Watch. His team take the streets of New York between midnight and eight am. When the story opens it is St Patrick's Day, one of the most violent nights of the year. But as the book wears on it is clear that most nights are violent, just some are more violent than others. While there is a plot the swirls around and centres on Billy, the pressure of his job, and the constant crime that he has to deal with never lets up and creates an undercurrent of tension through the book.
On that opening night Billy is called to a murder at Penn Station. He immediately recognises the victim as the “white” of one of his former partners. Billy was part of a group of detectives who called themselves the Wild Geese and ruled the city in the 1990s. He is the last one left in the police force, the others having left to go into other roles including private security, property development and undertaker. Each of them has their own personal white. And when Billy notices that the Penn Station victim is not the only white to turn up dead, he has to dig back into his past and test his relationship with his old partners.
At the same time, another cop, Milton Ramos, has his own mission: avenging the death of his brother many years before. A mission that causes him to target Graves' family in an escalating program of terror. The story spirals around the two men as they are slowly pulled into each other's orbit.
The Whites is, on its surface, the crime procedural that Price was after. Much of it is about cops, doing their business, managing other cops, trying to juggle a private life, while dealing with the unending tide of crime. But it is also more than this. The book explores the impact that this life has on those people: why they became cops, why they continue to be cops, and the ties that bind them together. It is a story that explores the twisted byways of love and loyalty, regret and the price of vengeance. It is Richard Price's Moby Dick, which is probably why, after creating Harry Brandt, he put his name back to it.
Review - ENTROPY, Robert Raker
When a series of child abductions and murders disrupt the life of an economically blighted community, the consequences have far-reaching implications. The brutal crimes take a different toll on a disparate group of individuals; the scuba diver who retrieves the children’s bodies; the disfigured cellist who thinks he knows who’s responsible; the undercover federal agent; and the mother of one of the victim’s. United in a situation not of their choosing, they are forced to take a deep, introspective look into their intersected, yet isolated lives.
The opening lines of each viewpoint in ENTROPY by Philadelphia based author Robert Raker are the clearest indicator this reader has come across in a long time of whether or not a book is going to work for you.
From the scuba diver called in to retrieve the bodies:
"The bloated, distended corpses of the people whose shortened lives I had retrieved from the water were clearly visible in the immature patterns of condensation that evaporated gradually on the mirror."
The musician, the disfigured cellist from the blurb:
"I just sat there. Looking closely at the gun, I cocked the trigger back and forth repeatedly, like a curious child studying the physics of a toy, wanting to grasp the technical aspects of it, what made certain parts of it function and react the way that it did when it was used."
The undercover Federal agent:
"I glanced up at the cracked face of the clock above her dresser. She would be leaving for the lawyer's office soon. After that I would need to catch the next bus to the terminus. What happened after I boarded would leave me with minimal contact with anybody, even her."
And finally, the model, the mother of one of the victim's from the blurb:
"How did we get here? We were once such a happy family but now I am left alone with only my memories as a comfort to the love we once shared and the child we had borne. When did you start to drift? I think about this daily trying to pinpoint the moment that our relationship fell apart."
This book has an interesting structure, the exploration of the impact of a series of murders on different individuals. Each person's involvement being more or less emotional and/or physical. The scuba diver who retrieves the bodies with hands on experience and shock; the mother who experiences lost; the agent on the search; and the musician. It's not a structure that's undertaken frequently.
Whether or not the structure, and the viewpoints is going to work for individual readers, however, is going to be down to the style of writing. Which is descriptive, made up of long sentences and frequently meandering. It leans heavily towards internal observation and could be that the author is aiming for something languid. Involving.
"Mull and I had much in common with one another, despite our distant upbringings, although he would never admit it. That, among other things, was probably why he didn't want me here. It was like I was his foil, an altered mirror image, the villain unobstructed, who thwarted his attempts at prestige and destiny, and constrained his movement."
"...What was left of the hair on her scalp resembled algae or kelp floating on the surface of the Dead Sea. It was a majestic and historical body of water, the Dead Sea, which was rumored to cover the ancient cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. Because of the overwhelming salinity, life could not exist in its waters. I had visited Jordan once during my failed attempt at an Olympic career. We were in Europe for time trials near the end of my attempts to represent the United States. However, despite being so close to the Dead Sea, I never got a chance to experience the myths and legends of that body of water. I wasn't entirely sure why I thought about it now. The girl's body was now almost free of the silo."
"Having trained as a musician, I held sound in the highest importance: pitch, tone, the logarithmic construction of amplitude, frequency, intensity, and other the other [sic] characteristics that were essential for desirable auditory quality. The biology of sound was complicated. It moved in waves, propagated outwards from a fixed point. I felt I could see sound move, drip from the strings of violins and cellos in a concerto like water, or trickling from the golden mouth of a trumpet like honey."
"The flames flared up, fed by the latent chemicals in the composition of the photographs, and rolled across the distorting images of suspects and buildings. I accidentally burned a photograph of us at her sister's wedding. I leaned closer and tried to save the vibrant colours of the gorgeous dress she had worn but it was too late."
"Despite being apart now for four months, I still recognize you in everything I see. You taught me how to study angles and lines, and I notice how they change in differing light and shadows. It doesn't matter where I go. Sitting in our unfinished dining room, I find myself folding and assembling my napkin to understand its texture and possibilities. I can, at times, hear your voice telling me not to focus on the object directly, but on spaces between the dark and the unseen."
Whilst the idea of immersive, internal and introspective writing greatly appeals, alas nothing in ENTROPY worked for this reader. Whilst the language is obviously trying for descriptive it frequently became confusing and distracting. Unfortunately it made for heavy going and frequent disconnection from the point of story, and from the narrator. Certainly it didn't create an atmosphere in which this reader could feel any engagement with any of the characters.
The reason for providing so much quotation within this review is to give other readers an indication of the style. After all, differences in taste of we readers is one of the most baffling parts of talking about books.
Review - THE KIND WORTH KILLING, Peter Swanson
I looked at the pale, freckled hand on the back of the empty bar seat next to me in the business class lounge of Heathrow airport, then up into the stranger's face.
'Do I know you?'
Delayed in London, Ted Severson meets a woman at the airport bar. Over cocktails they tell each other rather more than they should, and a dark plan is hatched - but are either of them being serious, could they actually go through with it and, if they did, what would be their chances of getting away with it?
We seem to like spending time with bad people - sociopathic characters who are constantly scheming to manipulate and kill. You just have to look at the popularity of Dexter or Hannibal Lecter or the success of Gone Girl. The Kind Worth Killing understands this desire and plays on it to the hilt. None of the characters come across as particularly likeable and all of them have skeletons in their closets but Swanson makes spending time with them fun.
The Kind Worth Killing has a fabulous cold open: a man meets a woman in an airport bar. The rules are different in airport bars and before long, and after more martinis, Ted is revealing all to Lily about his wife’s infidelity and his desire to kill her. What surprises him is that his companion encourages the idea and offers to help. To reveal anything that happens after that point would take this review well into spoiler territory. Suffice to say that at most points in the narrative, whatever you think is going to happen is not what happens.
There are a couple of caveats with this novel. Firstly, there are the stereotyped gender roles. The main female characters are both stunningly beautiful but deeply, narcissistic and sociopathic. They are constantly using their beauty to manipulate the men around them and, literally in some cases, to get away with murder. The male characters, while also willing to do bad things, are much weaker, easily manipulated or led and never seem to be quite in control of their actions.
Secondly, all of the various narrative voices tend to blend. If not for the post-it note style tag with the character’s name at the beginning of each chapter it is sometimes hard to distinguish between them. This is particularly the case in the section of the book that alternates between the two female protagonists.
On top of this the plot has a couple of holes that, if you stopped too long think about them, you could drive a well stocked ute through. But Swanson has written a classic page turner and manages the pace to ensure that there is no time to think about anything other than what might be coming next. From the opening couple of chapters that introduce the first two thoroughly unlikeable characters, the reader is too busy turning pages to find out how character A is going to outwit or manipulate character B in order to kill character C. In the end, this is a great book to read on a plane, or in an airport lounge, at least as a way of avoiding meeting any sociopaths.
Review - LOCK IN, John Scalzi
Fifteen years from now, a new virus sweeps the globe. 95% of those afflicted experience nothing worse than fever and headaches. 4% suffer acute meningitis, creating the largest medical crisis in history. And 1% find themselves 'locked in' - fully awake and aware, but unable to move or respond to stimulus. 1% doesn't seem like a lot. But in the US that's 1.7 million people 'locked in' - including the President's wife and daughter. Spurred by grief and the sheer magnitude of the suffering, America undertakes a massive scientific initiative. Nothing can fully restore the locked in.
For those who like their science fiction with a crime twist or those who like their crime with a sci-fi bent or those who just like a really good read, John Scalzi delivers. Scalzi has been writing sci-fi for a while and has dabbled in a number of subgenres including the Heinlein-esque Old Man's War series, which garnered a number of Hugo Award nominations, and the 2013 Hugo Award winning Star Trek homage Redshirts.
Lock In is like none of these, it is a police procedural set in a post-pandemic world introduced via a few brief pages of info dump. The pandemic, besides killing a great number of people also had the effect of 'locking in' a number of its victims after they experience meningitis-like symptoms. These people, known as 'Hadens', after the president's wife who famously had the disease, find themselves fully conscious but unable to move or speak. A huge ‘moonshot’ style research effort led by the US president has resulted, twenty five years later, in Hadens having their own on-line world in which to meet and the development of 'threeps' - personal robotic transports into which they can project their consciousness and go out into the world. A small number of Haden survivors who are not locked in can also act as 'Integrators', humans who are able the host the consciousness of Hadens for short periods of time.
There is a lot to get across but Scalzi doesn't waste time with explanations, instead jumping into the death of an unidentified man at the Watergate Hotel. On the scene are rookie FBI agent, and Haden, Chris Shane and his grizzled, hard drinking partner Vann. All of the elements of a classic procedural are here and Scalzi doesn't disappoint as the clues stack up and the stakes get higher. There is a little more info dumping, which tends to technobabble, towards the end of the novel as the setup for the end game. But by that time the reader is well and truly invested in the outcome and the detail works in the universe that Scalzi has created.
At the heart of Lock In is an argument about the rights of people with disability, and the question over whether people with a disability need to be 'cured'. In the world of the novel there is a society of Hadens, many of whom don't remember what it is like to not have the condition they have. Political elements of the plot revolve around what happens when the government decides to stop supporting the Hadens financially and technically at the level which allows them to have that society. Lock In is too much an action oriented procedural to dwell too much on these issues but just raising them and having what is essentially a disabled protagonist, them takes the novel to another level.
While there is not a lot of room to explore the world of Hadens to deeply in the book, Scalzi has also written a companion novella Unlocked: An Oral History of Haden's Syndrome available free on the Internet. This in itself is a wonderful piece of world building and hard science fiction and is much more thoughtful than the usually hysterical global pandemic genre.
Lock In is the type of book that makes bookshop owners quail as it’s hard to know which shelf to sell it from. Scalzi is known to sci-fi fans but Lock In is also a great crime novel and would be an eye-opener for crime fans. It is less genre-mash and more genre busting, demonstrating that there is no reason to pigeon hole a good book.
Review - LAND OF SHADOWS, Rachel Howzell Hall
Along the ever changing border of gentrifying Los Angeles, seventeen year old Monique Darson is found dead at a condominium construction site, hanging in the closet of an unfinished unit. Homicide detective Elouise “Lou” Norton’s new partner, Colin Taggert, fresh from comparatively bucolic Colorado Springs police department, assumes it’s a teenage suicide. Lou isn’t buying the easy explanation.
Having been a bit of a fan of one of her earlier books - NO ONE KNOWS YOU'RE HERE - the chance to read LAND OF SHADOWS was gratefully accepted (courtesy of NetGalley). Set in Los Angeles, with another strong, flawed, believable and extremely likeable central female protagonist this writer has a fabulous way of making that world come alive. There's a strong sense of place, particularly in this book, set as it is in that sort of fringe world between deprived communities and incoming gentrification, stalled because of economic downturn and malaise. Add to that a couple of very different central protagonists - Lou Norton from the neighbourhood, a woman from a difficult childhood, strong, flawed, resilient in many ways and vulnerable and self-destructive in others. The incoming cop - her new country boy partner - a bit of a fish out of water in the inner-city, somebody who has much to prove and not a lot of ideas on how to go about that.
Given she's the central character in this book, Norton holds up her end of the bargain very well. After her sister goes missing when they are children, she's spent her life and her career looking closely at the man she suspects was behind that disappearance. The fact that his name appears again in this latest murder gives her much to be wary of. Obsession can make a poor investigative tool and she's aware of that, whilst also utterly committed to finding what happened to her sister as well as this latest victim. She's also dealing with a serially unfaithful husband, and the implications that he has for her "happy ever after plans" once she finds out what did happen all those years ago.
She's a bundle of contradictions needless to say. Strong in the job, determined and quite forceful, she's a good mentor for the new cop on the block, albeit prickly and inclined towards sarcasm. Yet her home life, as luxurious and physically comfortable as it is, is a car crash. The fact that she stays anywhere near her husband might be a difficult dilemma for some readers to process.
Within the personal, and the interactions between the two central characters, there's a reasonable, slowish and very procedural investigation. The identification of the victim, the following up of her movements, the way her family operates, the connections between her family members, the past, the present, suspects, places and events all build a picture that eventually develops into a solution. Sure, some of these connections are predictable, and the creepy criminal voice lurking around the edges is a device that's been done to death, but much of that is carried by the strength of the characters and the by-play between Norton and Taggert and, in particular, her personal situation. There's some gentle poking of fun at all levels throughout this book. Norton doesn't take herself too seriously which really helps with some of the emotional turmoil, and the country boy daftness of Taggert never steps over the line into caricature.
Contradictions, inconsistencies and the personal and professional are part of what Hall explores with great precision in this novel. There's much in all of these characters that is required to add up to the whole. Part of what makes Norton a great cop is her compassion, her ability to see the grey, and her understanding that sometimes things aren't straightforward. Part of what makes these two characters feel like that should have a long, and very fruitful fictional life is the strengths, weaknesses and reality of both of them.
Review - THE JOB, Janet Evanovich and Lee Goldberg
The third book in the exciting and suspenseful Fox and O'Hare series from Janet Evanovich, No. 1 bestselling author of the iconic Stephanie Plum novels, and Lee Goldberg, bestselling author of the Monk series. Catching bad guys is what Special Agent Kate O'Hare does. Working side-by-side with them... not so much.
Janet Evanovich, creator of the popular Stephanie Plum series, and Lee Goldberg, creator of the Monk TV series, have teamed up. This is their third outing together but no familiarity with the previous two books is required to thoroughly enjoy this instalment. What is required is an ability to seriously suspend your disbelief and just go with the flow as these books are as much fantasy as crime.
Kate O'Hare is a gung-ho FBI agent. Little does the world know that she has managed to catch notorious con man and thief Nick Fox and he now works with her. At the start of The Job, someone is impersonating Nick to carry out brazen heists around the world. Kate immediately knows that Nick is not to blame because he is too smart to be caught on camera. This series of robberies is just the lead-in to the hunt for an elusive and violent Columbian drug lord who has changed his face and identity. Kate and Nick put together a team to carry out a spectacularly elaborate con to bring the man to justice.
The Job is full of fast cars, expensive art, five-star hotels and fine food. It is a fantasy heist novel in which a team with seemingly unlimited resources, create an illusion to ensnare a bad guy. It's all good fun. There is the obligatory sexual tension between Kate and Nick, particularly when they have to play at being a married couple. There is a fair amount of action. And there is a healthy disregard for authority in order to do the right thing.
The Job is the third book in this series but not having read the first two instalments is no impediment to picking this one up. Overall, if you like this type of thing, this is a perfect summer beach book.
Review - PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG, Anne Blankman
In 1930s Munich, danger lurks behind dark corners, and secrets are buried deep within the city. But Gretchen Müller, who grew up in the National Socialist Party under the wing of her "uncle" Dolf, has been shielded from that side of society ever since her father traded his life for Dolf's, and Gretchen is his favorite, his pet.
Uncle Dolf is none other than Adolf Hitler. And Gretchen follows his every command.
Up front, I've always struggled with fiction that uses fact as the entire basis for a made-up story. I'm twitchy about the possibility (albeit possibly unintentionally) of reinventing history. PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG is therefore built on a particularly challenging premise - that the central character in this book, Gretchen Müller, is a protégé of Adolf Hilter.
Needless to say it came as no surprise to find that Müller's loyalty to her "Uncle", the party and all is undermined when she meets a fearless and "handsome" (couldn't he at least have been average looking...) Jewish reporter. To whom she is fiercely attracted despite her anti-Jewish conditioning.
So a rather hefty component of illicit love into the bargain. Which turned out to be one of the stronger elements of the entire book. The mystery component, what actually happened when Müller's father supposedly took the bullet to save the Fuhrer's life, seemed to struggle a bit for traction – or at least it did for this reader.
The PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG has a really strong sense of place, and of the time about it. Obviously there's a hefty component of foreboding and tension built into the society, and that's frequently well drawn out with the battles between members of the Nazi Party, the Communists and of course the Jewish population. There's also the tension between Müller and her ambition to study medicine and the expectations for young women of the time, particularly fatherless young women with a mother who runs a boarding house to keep the family alive.
For my own taste I have to admit I found much of the romance / attraction element was overly predictable, and overly forefront. The mystery elements were swamped, which left it feeling uninteresting / optional to the overall story. Having said that the character of Müller is reasonably strong although perhaps not best served here – she sometimes came across as a bit wet when she obviously wasn't supposed to be.
The elements where the origins of Hitler and the Nazi Party start to rise to prominence were interesting, although I've no way of assessing whether or not they were historically accurate (which is why I struggle a lot with this sort of fiction). It was also interesting that a lot of the build up around those figures seems to have provided exactly the breeding ground in which your average psychopathic lunatic with a chip on his shoulder flourishes. Hence the character of Müller's brother Reinhard.
Unfortunately other characters – interestingly particularly that of Daniel (he of the handsome love interest) are less fleshed out. Wraith like, that might have suited the way he seemed to waft into Müller's field of view, but it was frustrating for those of us trying to get an emotional connection with somebody in the story. And let's face it - the downtrodden Jewish character in a society which is rapidly losing it's collective mind and humanity should have been a character that you could side with.
Since reading PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG I've heard it's the start of a series – ? a trilogy. It could be that some of the missing elements in this book are straightened out and built on in the subsequent books.
Allowing for this reader's reluctance outlined earlier, I wasn't 100% convinced by PRISONER OF NIGHT AND FOG. It didn't deliver enough to sweep this reader into the story, burying the whispering doubt over historical accuracy under the weight of an enthralling puzzle.
Review - CASEBOOK, Mona Simpson
From the acclaimed and award-winning author: a beguiling new novel about an eavesdropping boy working to discover the obscure mysteries of his unraveling family. He uncovers instead what he least wants to know: the workings of his parents' private lives. And even then he can't stop snooping.
It's taken quite a few attempts to read CASEBOOK, it's been one of the most picked up and discarded books in the review pile for quite a while.
The idea behind it was part of the problem – a young boy eavesdropping on his family as his parent's marriage falls apart. It feels therefore like it's going to be very personal. Devastating even. Unfortunately the storytelling relies heavily on the stream-of-conscious voice of young Miles – who frankly – doesn't feel "real". Or maybe he just doesn't feel right – too voyeuristic. Odd. Creepy. Certainly tediously addicted to the sorts of injokes that some people like to use to keep others on the outside. It's not hard to get the hint you're not part of the cool group.
Which isn't a great way to be made to feel if you're reading something. It made every paragraph, every chapter, every page a drag. Constantly being reminded of not getting the joke, by a kid that was making your skin crawl a bit, and about people that frankly were considerably more dreary than anything else. I was bored. And annoyed. And then more I got so obsessed with how bored and annoyed I was, I found I was reading just to make myself more and more convinced that I was right to be bored and annoyed. About half way through I found I couldn't even remember who most of the characters were, but I was still bored. And annoyed.
So I threw in the towel on CASEBOOK about three-quarters of the way through. Which is most unusual – normally I can find something. But in this case the voice didn't work, the characters weren't interesting, likeable, identifiable or understandable and their path to salvation was definitely not heading in my direction.
Review - THE GIRL IN 6E, A.R. Torre
“I haven't touched a human in three years. That seems like it would be a difficult task, but it's not. Not anymore, thanks to the internet.
I am, quite possibly, the most popular recluse ever. Not many shut-ins have a 200-member fan club, a bank account in the seven-figure range, and hundreds of men lining up to pay for undivided attention.
They get satisfaction, I get a distraction. Their secret desires are nothing compared to why I hide... my lust for blood, my love of death.
Taking their money is easy. Keeping all these secrets... one is bound to escape.”
Whatever I thought THE GIRL IN 6E was about, I can't begin to tell you how wrong I was. Having said that I'm also now considerably more educated about the world of paid Internet sex services than I ever thought I wanted to be.
The story is told from the perspective of “Jessica Reilly” who performs virtual sex acts online (known as camming), for customers willing to pay $6.99 per minute. She works through agency websites, and her private site, and has an extensive clientele of return customers. Male and female. Straight and kinky. She's equipped to satisfy anyone's fantasies, from a bed and elaborate, very technical web-camera, equipment, toys and costume collection.
She's also a voluntary shut in who hasn't left her apartment in 3 years. Everything she needs is delivered – normally by UPS. The amount of effort she puts into her lifestyle is quite impressive, although from the outset the reasons are decidedly odd. Deanna Madden is quite convinced she will kill anyone she comes into close personal contact with. To the point where she supplies a neighbour with the illicit drugs he craves to lock her in every night.
The only person who gets close (and that's mostly “Leave It. Thank You” spoken through the door), is the UPS delivery man, who it has developed a bit of an obsession about meeting Deanna / Jessica. When he finally does, it's not quite what he was expecting and not just because of the camming.
But what do you do when you're voluntarily shut in, when you have the violent and high-risk sort of background that's slowly revealed, and a client who seems to be threatening something truly horrible?
Somewhere in the middle of the discomforting explicit sex acts, and the internal voice that obviously had a lot more to reveal, THE GIRL IN 6E became compulsive reading. The character of Deanna is strong, and whilst her voice is tempting, hinting almost teasing the reader, that sort of fits with her day job. It's very easy for the reader to feel some sympathy, just as it is to wonder where on earth this book was going.
Engaging, compelling, and inventive with really strong story telling, THE GIRL IN 6E has been revised and reworked from the original, self-published version “On Me, In Me, Dead Beneath Me”.