Whew! I polished off nine books this week. Yup, that's a big week, even for me. Most were generic pap. Two were noteworthy. Anatomy of Deception by Lawrence Goldstone, once I got past the relatively technical terms that the main character tosses in about pathology and medicine in the late 1880s, tells a fictional history that is at once believable and amoral.
However, my favorite, although much less esoteric, book this week was Whale Season by N.M. Kelby. An endearingly quirky tale of a serial killer dressed as Jesus and the havoc he wreaks on a tiny Florida town, Ms. Kelby's prose fits the story with as many idiosyncrasies as the characters. Meet the townsfolk and learn the fate of each one of the oddities that inhabit Whale Harbor.
The story reads quickly and well, and it is not until days after the book is put down that you realize how much the characters stuck to you. Despite their ridiculously over-the-top foibles, you like them all. And more importantly, you believe that somewhere in Florida, they actually live.
1 comment:
I just finished Michael Chabon's "The Yiddish Policeman's Union."
OK, but a disapointment after the mostly great "Adventures of Kavalier and Clay."
Characters were interesting, but I had trouble following the mystery.
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