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Mean Woman Blues: An Action-Packed New Orleans Thriller; Skip Langdon Mystery #9 (The Skip Langdon Series) (English Edition) Kindle版
"One of the best police procedurals of the year."–Midwest Book Review
"Mean Woman Blues is Julie Smith at her most fun and lethal" -The Clarion-Ledger
Mean Woman Blues is the NINTH book in Edgar-winner Julie Smith’s Skip Langdon mystery series
THE MOST DANGEROUS MAN IN THE WORLD IS TRYING TO KILL HER…
That would be the Rev. Errol Jacomine, crazy as a fox that just ate a loon, and more dangerous than a cell full of serial killers. She’s Detective Skip Langdon, the New Orleans cop who’s twice smashed his criminal endeavors, yet each time he’s managed to slip away. Now he’s mad. In both senses of the word. And he has the connections to have her killed—or worse, those she loves.
After one near-miss and several nasty threats, Skip is driven by fear that she’ll lose the people dearest to her. Despite finding herself disgraced in her own home town (Jacomine knows how to frame as well as kill), she goes on the hunt for a maniac with a gift for conning people and the extreme makeover to make it work.
THREE ANGRY WOMEN, EACH ONE DISSED, SCORNED, AND HELL-BENT...
But by now Jacomine’s madness has escalated to the point that he’s finally gone too far with too many people. Before it's over, more than one person’s stalking him, and some are women feeling as mean as their quarry. If Langdon doesn't get there first, there’ll be a bloodbath. If she does, only one person will walk away—and Jacomine’s as lucky as he’s ruthless.
"Smith combines a powerful heroine, creepily believable villain, and rich New Orleans setting." -Booklist
Fans of Nevada Barr, Ace Atkins, Laura Lippman, and Karin Slaughter will love Detective Skip Langdon’s pluck and charm in this action-packed psychological thriller.
AUTHOR'S WARNING: To my chagrin, I see that one reader was offended by a particular very short and, honestly, not particularly graphic scene in this book and has (rather rightly, I think) talked a number of others out of buying it. Many people who don't flinch at terrible violence against humans are extremely sensitive at the thought of something bad happening to an animal. Even if the meaner-than-Satan animal-murderer gets much worse treatment than the animal! (Well, so am I, but this is fiction.) If you are one of those people, DON'T download this book--instead write me at email@example.com for a different free book. I want you to be happy! Julie smith
Nearly two years ago, Errol Jacomine had disappeared, but he would not stay gone. She knew this; she had destroyed two of his careers, twice thwarted his attempts to win control over his fellow human beings, to gain a following, and to dominate. He would be back, and he would try to kill her. To forget it for a day in the woods, for an evening in her courtyard, for a moment, for a millisecond, was dangerous and possibly deadly.
Jacomine's son, Daniel, had been arrested, charged with half a dozen crimes, and eventually convicted of murder as the result of one of Jacomine's schemes. He was due to be sentenced in a couple of days.
How that would affect his father Skip couldn't know, but it had probably precipitated the dream. Jacomine might not even notice, perhaps having written Daniel off.
She left for work feeling hunted and resentful of her psyche for rubbing her nose in it. She knew all that, and what could she do about it? Exactly what? she asked herself angrily. Later, the dream seemed more a premonition than a warning.
* * *
That morning, as always, she walked the few blocks to the garage where she kept her car, pointed the remote at the automatic door (a process that never failed to give her childlike pleasure), and waited for the door to raise itself high enough to allow her ingress. Instead of the familiar rumble, an explosion ripped through the quiet morning, followed by a loud ping, like a beer can hitting a metal
Smith abandoned reporting for writing mysteries in the early 1980s, writing a series featuring attorney Rebecca Schwartz and a second series starring Paul McDonald, a reporter turned mystery writer whose fate you wouldn't wish on a dog. A few years later, she launched a third series featuring New Orleans police detective Skip Langdon with New Orleans Mourning, which won the Edgar Award for Best Mystery Novel in 1991. She currently alternates between writing about Skip Langdon and Talba Wallis, an African-American poet/private eye who debuted in "Louisiana Hotshot."
- ASIN : B00CEFF25C
- 出版社 : booksBnimble (2013/11/10)
- 発売日 : 2013/11/10
- 言語 : 英語
- ファイルサイズ : 3647 KB
- 同時に利用できる端末数 : 無制限
- Text-to-Speech（テキスト読み上げ機能） : 有効
- X-Ray : 有効
- Word Wise : 有効
- 本の長さ : 308ページ
- ページ番号ソース ISBN : 0765344653
- Amazon 売れ筋ランキング: - 1,098,405位洋書 (の売れ筋ランキングを見る洋書)
It is a joy because I get so many opportunities to revisit my favorite city through the eyes of so many talented authors. I get to relive the food, the scents, the sights, each described a little differently by a different writer.
It is my curse because I have vowed to read each and every book I purchase that is set in New Orleans. That means that I have been forced to read every dull, lifeless, annoying words set to paper by Julie Smith.
"Mean Woman Blues", the ninth assault to my good taste and judgment by author Smith, is a predictable, if asinine, entry in the Skip Langdon series of mysteries.
I am mystified that her writing has become so bad, since I loved the two long-lost and lamented Paul McDonald books she wrote twenty years ago. But somewhere between there and here she stopped writing believable characters, interesting dialogue and lush description and joined the "and then..." school of writing. Smith's books are bland recounts of character's actions, told to us rather than shown. Invariably all women, save Skip, are emotional basketcases and all men, save Skip's boyfriend and partner, are lunkheaded bigots.
Mean Woman Blues raises the ineptitude to a near-deafening crescendo. Not only has Skip been raised to detective grade and given celebrity status for her handling of a few high-profile cases, but along the way she has picked up her own nitwitted Moriarty in the guise of Errol Jacomine, whom Skip has faced down on two prior occasions. Forget that this is insanely unlikely, a police detective having an arch-enemy, a la Sherlock Holmes or Batman, but it is wholly unacceptable to me that Jacomine, after heading off to faraway Dallas, TX (ahem) and undergoing facial surgery to change his appearance, would consider going on televisionk, then running for public office. Um. I thought this guy was a super-genius? Well, so was Wile E. Coyote, and we know how that turned out.
Couple this with a tepid subplot concerning stolen graveyard artifacts and the completely ridiculous story of Terri, a blue-haired dip of the first order who gets arrested for bank fraud (ridiculous despite Smith's assurance in the acknowledgements that it is based on a true story) and acts like a complete 'tard through the whole book, and you have a truly painful experience for someone who enjoys real books by real writers.
The trouble with series like this (where the characters are so vivid) is that when you have read them all it is like losing a friend.