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Linda Hilton

Reader, Writer, Merciless Reviewer and Incurable Romantic

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Patriot's Dream
Barbara Michaels
The City of Falling Angels
John Berendt
Progress: 135/414 pages
All the President's Men
Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward
Progress: 73/383 pages
Women's Gothic and Romantic Fiction: A Reference Guide (American Popular Culture)
Kay Mussell
Progress: 17/157 pages
The Looking-Glass Portrait
Linda Hilton
Really Neat Rocks: A casual introduction to the rocks & gems of Arizona and the lapidary arts
Linda Hilton
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Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith
Jon Krakauer
The Power of Myth
Joseph Campbell, Bill Moyers
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Reading progress update: I've read 1 out of 340 pages.

Patriot's Dream - Barbara Michaels

Starting this for the Gothic square.

Halloween Bingo - Cozy Mystery - This time for sure

The Case Has Altered - Martha Grimes



I thoroughly enjoyed this.


If I were a truly dedicated mystery reader, I might have been bothered by all the side stories, for there were a lot of them.  Jury's romance, and Plant's lack thereof.  The courtroom shenanigans of barristers, solicitors, and the wanna-bes.  Aunt Agatha and the Long Pidd denizens were like old friends I hadn't seen in a long time.


Oh, yes, and the murder.  Or murders, I should say. 


Although I liked Ruth Rendell's The Babes in the Wood, I felt the resolution was a little too much after the fact.  Here, however, Grimes held virtually nothing back.  All the information was there for the right person to put it together.


Two women are killed.  One is a well-known beauty who is almost universally disliked.  The other is an unattractive servant who is almost universally ignored.  One is shot; two weeks later the other strangled.  The local police inspector, one Arthur Bannen, has only circumstantial evidence, but it all points to a woman Scotland Yard's Richard Jury has more than a passing interest in.


In an attempt to collect additional information, Jury enlists his friend Melrose Plant to pose as an antiques appraiser.  Plant, the wealthy former earl, is none to eager but he agrees to learn just enough about a few important pieces.  He has no idea how valuable that knowledge will become, or how it will impact people who have absolutely nothing to do with the murder investigation.


I like reading about people I can care about.  Even though this is the first Grimes novel I've read in close to 20 years, I still felt as though I knew these characters.  Sgt. Wiggins with his allergies, Aunt Agatha with her . . . designs.  I enjoyed spending some time with them again.


Did I figure out who the murderer was?  Oh, toward the end I did, when a little bit more information was made available and a few people let some things slip.  But I'm not one of those who has a need to solve the case before the end of the book.  I'm content reading and discovering right along with the characters.



You'd be surprised how many take it literally

Writing or the Sex Or Why You Don't Have to Read Women's Writing to Know it's No Good - DALE SPENDER

Dr. Spender's birthday is coming up, the 22nd of this month.  Just in case I forget,

Happy Birthday.


This is another of those 10-star "personal canon" books.

Just a reminder, folks

Don't forget -- Even though it's 2017, it's still okay to trash romance novels and slut-shame romance novel readers!  Because, women, you know.

Reading progress update: I've read 115 out of 384 pages.

The Case Has Altered (Richard Jury Mysteries 14) - Martha Grimes

I'm enjoying this read, but probably for some of the wrong reasons.


The majority of the pages read so far are covering tangents to the murder investigation and the supporting players, especially Melrose Plant.  There are a lot of laugh out loud lines, for the right reasons. 

Reading progress update: I've read 60 out of 384 pages.

The Case Has Altered (Richard Jury Mysteries 14) - Martha Grimes

So far, I'm enjoying this.  I feel as if I'm revisiting old friends.

Tonight's Fortune Cookie Fortune. No, not an omen. Not at all

— feeling silent

Reading progress update: I've read 1 out of 384 pages.

The Case Has Altered (Richard Jury Mysteries 14) - Martha Grimes


Back in the 1990s I went on a mystery reading binge.  I'm not sure what prompted it, but I remember one of the first titles I read was The Killings at Badger's Drift. I gobbled my way through Ellis Peters, both the Brother Cadfael books and others.  Martha Grimes and Sharyn McCrumb.  Elizabeth Peters and her alter ego Barbara Michaels. I can't remember all of them off the top of my head.


Grimes was among my favorites, and I read most of the Richard Jury books that had been published at that point.  I  still have seven of the paperbacks; the rest I borrowed from the library.  When I checked the series list just now, there was only one prior to The Case Has Altered that I don't recall reading.


Around 1997, when the whole www thing was just cranking up, an acquaintance contacted me about doing online book reviews.  She had connections to some publishers and/or PR people and could get just about as many mysteries as any dozen people could read and review.  There'd be no pay, other than the free books. I was fine with that!


I'm not sure how many reviews I wrote for her site.  She was disappointed that many of the other friends she had enlisted didn't know how to write reviews; they wrote book reports as though they were still in middle school or something.  I helped her edit some of those reviews before they went online, but it was a lot more work than she had anticipated.  After a few months, she gave it up.


Because of the promotional literature still tucked inside my copy of The Case Has Altered, I'm certain this was one of the last batch of books I received for review.  Whether I was disappointed that she had quite the enterprise or what, I never read the book.


Today seems like a good time to do so.



Halloween Bingo -- Werewolves -- Howl, Growl, and Groan

Sleeping With the Wolf - Maddy Barone







Disclosure:  Obtained the Kindle edition of this book when it was offered free.  I do not know the author nor have I ever communicated with her about this book or any other matter.  I am an author.


This is a Liquid Silver release, so the sexy stuff was expected.  The story was just the vehicle. 


Carla is an up and coming country singer on a flight from Minneapolis to Denver when her plane crashes.  She and some of the other passengers survive, only to find that it's no longer 2014 but 2064, and the whole world has changed due to some kind of apocalypse.  Technology is just about gone, and so are most women.  (I'm not sure how that happened.  Maybe it was in one of the sexy parts I skimmed.)


After leaving the crash site to go search for help, she reaches a town where women are prizes for which the men fight.  She ends up being won by Taye, who is sometimes Lakota and sometimes wolf. 


“Not a werewolf.” Carla remembered his explanation that first night. “Just a guy who can turn into a wolf when he wants. Talk about crazy, huh? It takes a little getting used to.”

Barone, Maddy. Sleeping With the Wolf (After The Crash Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1803-1804). Liquid Silver Books. Kindle Edition.


His lust is instantaneous -- she's his mate, he somehow figures out -- but hers is inevitable.


He has a pack of about 50 other wolves/werewolves living in a den that's mostly an abandoned motel. 


Word gets out somehow or other that Carla was a singer in the Times Before, so some human man from another town brings her his wife's guitar.  Carla gets to resume her singing career!


Her concert for the wolves that night was a hit. For feral murdering wolves they were amazingly tenderhearted.

Barone, Maddy. Sleeping With the Wolf (After The Crash Book 1) (Kindle Locations 1569-1570). Liquid Silver Books. Kindle Edition.


It was short, the writing was passable, there was something resembling a plot and conflict and resolution.  And it filled a Bingo square. 



I found a werewolf book

and it's not very good.  But it will do.

Halloween Bingo - Romantic Suspense - The way they were

Silverhill - Phyllis A. Whitney




Funsies from the archives.


This was one of those "just when you think you've got it all figured out."


Malinda Rice's mother has just died and Malinda has brought her back to the ancestral home in New Hampshire to be buried.  She has also come to confront her grandmother with a family secret.


The story is deftly crafted, with a cast of creepy characters who are never what they seem, and who keep changing -- but not really -- all the time.  There's the domineering matriarch Mrs. Julia, in her Boldoni-esque finery.  Aunt Fritzie with her caged birds and wild plants.  Elden the gardener.  Cousin Gerald with his cruel devotion and hidden talent.  Doc Wayne  and his own secrets.  Aunt Nina and Miss Kate and the boy Chris.  And of course it all works out in the end, but not the way any of them expects!


This was quick afternoon read, made easier by Whitney's smooth writing and (almost) flawless plotting.  Written in the late 1960s, it reads almost like a historical now with the absence of technology.  It's full of typical juicy threats and fears of scandal, impossible loves, and complicated jealousies.


I reserve my five-star reviews for the truly outstanding, and this one just missed four stars because of that (almost) plot hole.  It's not really a spoiler, since the information comes out fairly quickly in the book, but I found the original relationship between Malinda and Dr. Wayne Martin a bit too precious given their age difference.  I thought it could have been written a little more realistically for a four-year-old and a fourteen-year-old.


Other than that, fun and HEA and another Bingo square!

Reading progress update: I've read 73 out of 192 pages.

Silverhill - Phyllis A. Whitney

Aunt Arvilla says:


Though of course it was beginning to sound old-fashioned even in the Twenties.  Perhaps that was the last of the sentimental, romantic shows everyone used to love.  All those dreadful young novelists were beginning to appear and influence everything -- Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Dos Passos and Dreiser.  I never liked them, really.  I liked George Barr McCutcheon much better.

The Thin Man . . . and the pink panther

The Thin Man - Dashiell Hammett

I'm not sure I read this book the right way, meaning the way it was intended to be read.


As a serious noir mystery, I don't think it worked.  At least it didn't for me.  Since I have the book for another two and a half weeks from the library, I may read The Maltese Falcon for comparison.  Though it's been years and years and years, I've seen the movie of the latter and have some sense of the mood and atmosphere.  I've never seen the William Powell/Myrna Loy film of The Thin Man, though I remember the tone of the TV series with Peter Lawford and Phyllis Kirk.


Therefore, I read The Thin Man with more than a little of my tongue in my cheek.  As a comedy, it worked a lot better than it would have as a straight mystery.


Part of that may have been the historical time frame, too.  The 1930s with Prohibition and its gangsters and speak-easies as well as the Depression didn't mesh with the flippancy Nick Charles brought to the story, not to mention his drinking.  The various criminals who populate that New York winter's tale are almost caricatures; few of them are fleshed out into serious characters.  Most of them aren't very bright, either, providing another nice contrast to the cool, suave, brilliant Mr. Charles.


The dashing to and fro between the hotels and the dives at all hours of the day and night brought to mind the Keystone Cops.


Nick didn't do anything that the police couldn't have done, and he didn't even want to do it.  The fact that he resolved the case, almost without trying, added to the comedic aspect.  The police couldn't be taken seriously any more than Mimi and Dorothy could.


Once I set aside the notion of taking the story seriously, it was a lot easier to read and enjoy.  If it was supposed to be taken seriously, on the other hand, it would have fallen totally flat.


Asta, on the other hand, is always cool.



Review updates

Desert Shadows - Betty Webb

I'm going to add some updates to my review of this book.




Halloween Bingo - Murder Most Foul - and a most difficult review

Desert Shadows - Betty Webb

UPDATES at the end.







Disclosure:  I discovered this paperback copy on the "free reading" book exchange shelf at a local coffee shop some months ago.  I helped myself to it.  More later.



Though Desert Shadows is apparently listed as a "cozy" mystery by Goodreads and Amazon, I personally wouldn't classify it as such.  There's significant violence in it, though not a lot of on-stage sex.  And there's no humor.  Given the 2006/2017 publication dates, it's certainly not classic noir, but the characterization and atmosphere are much darker than a cute story with little old ladies, knitting, and cats.  There's child abuse and animal abuse, so take those as trigger warnings.


Private Investigator Lena Jones is a bitter, angry, tormented ex-cop in her early 30s.  She has more baggage than a socialite in first class on the Titanic.  She's asked to investigate the murder of independent publisher Gloriana Alden-Taylor, who was poisoned at a Scottsdale, Arizona, resort in the middle of a publishing association's conference banquet.  The primary suspect, Owen Sisiwan, is cousin to Lena's partner, Jimmy Sisiwan.  The method of poisoning was the ingestion of a toxic plant that had been added to Gloriana's banquet salad.


Within a dozen pages, I knew I didn't like Lena.  And I'm sure she wouldn't give a damn if I told her so.  She hated everything and everyone.  She hated the development in Arizona that had destroyed the desert, but she also hated the barrenness of the desert.  Her anger issues are so severe that she's been ordered into anger management treatment because she beat up a woman who was abusing a child.  The book is told in first person POV, so there's not much disguising Lena's bitterness.


It's somewhat justified.  At the age of four, she was shot in the head, apparently by her mother, and left by the side of the road.  Rescued by an undocumented Hispanic woman, she was taken to a hospital, then after she recovered from her injuries, she was put into the foster care system.  Her anger and other disciplinary issues -- fighting, stealing, and other things a whole lot worse -- kept her from ever being adopted out of the system, yet she somehow managed to get into Arizona State University.  I didn't really catch whether she graduated or not, but eventually she landed a spot with the Scottsdale Police Department. She stayed there until she was shot in the hip, at which point she decided to go into the PI business.


Her issues are so enormous that I just couldn't make myself believe that she would have survived police training and even the slightest kind of psych evaluations to get on the force.  Yes, I know there are people who are good at faking it, but . . . I just didn't get it with Lena.


And maybe that's why I just didn't get the resolution, either. 

There were all these horrible people, people with motives up the ying-yang, and Gloriana Alden-Taylor being a person so nasty and spiteful and issue-ridden herself that the world was a better place without her, but the killer was one of the few really decent people in the whole book.

(show spoiler)


Maybe that, too, is a characteristic of noir mysteries.  I like mysteries, but no matter what I did, I couldn't like this book.


Now the rest of the disclosure.


I met author Betty Webb in 1985 or very early 1986, when I joined a Phoenix-based organization called The Writer's Refinery.  We later became members of a critique group that met every other week and that stayed together for several years.  When I sold my second historical romance, Firefly, the group hosted a little party for me.  Betty baked the cake.



After our critique group disbanded around 1989, I became more active in the Romance Writers of America chapters in the Phoenix area and less active in the Writer's Refinery, but I still kept some contact with Betty.  And when she went to work for the Scottsdale Tribune newspaper, she kept in touch with the RWA members, too.



Betty called a bunch of us together in 1994 for a group interview and photo, published on 14 February for Valentine's Day.  At that time, she was no longer interested in writing novels and was enjoying her work with the newspaper.


The last contact I had with her was a few years after that, when I had gone back to school at ASU, probably around 1998 or 1999.  I'm not even sure what we talked about.  And I haven't talked to her since.


Finding her book at the coffee shop was a surprise, to say the least.  And because it happened just as I was ramping up my own resuscitated writing career, I took it as another of those "not really an omen" coincidences.  More like, you know, encouragement.


But I didn't have time then to read her book.  Halloween Bingo has been a great motivator for a lot of things I haven't had -- or found -- time for.


Within the first few pages, I knew all of this story, or at least this character. was very familiar.  I immediately suspected there is a great deal of Betty Webb in Lena Jones, though I'm not going to guess just how much.  But I recognized that Lena Jones had her beginnings long before the first of her stories -- Desert Noir -- was originally published 2000/2001. 


Our critique group broke up suddenly -- I remember exactly how and why, but it's not worth going into right now -- and left each of us with the last set of manuscript chapters that had been handed out.  Passages in Desert Shadows rang so familiar that I spent half an hour early this morning digging through the archives to find the folder with those almost 30 year old remnants of a bunch of old writing endeavors.


It was kind of creepy to read about a character named Elena whose background and experiences foreshadowed Lena Jones, right down to therapy sessions and half-forgotten memories.  It was even more creepy to read my own comments on the manuscript, comments that Betty Webb never saw, and realized how relevant those comments were to the character's metamorphosis into Lena.


There were details in Desert Shadows that jumped out at me that might not have made a difference to a reader not familiar with Arizona.  The story is set in March, when some of the wildflowers in the desert are in bloom, but not necessarily -- because it depends on how much rain falls during the winter.  And March is still late winter in Oak Creek, not spring, where the toxic plant was gathered.  (And why did Gloriana send everyone up there in the middle of the conference?  I never understood that part either.)  Locusts don't hop in the grass in March; they're a late summer or early fall bug.  Cops do still cover each other's butts, and the issue isn't of distinguishing Sikhs from Arabs, but Sikhs from Muslims.


And of course, the Scarlet(sic) O'Hara bit.  Betty's older than I am; she should know better.


Was the book well written?  I guess so.  Once again, there were so many unlikable characters that I had to force myself to keep reading.  I just plain didn't care about any of them.  The victim was one of them, but even she wasn't the worst.  And if the writing style was appropriate for the hard-boiled PI subgenre, I wouldn't have any way of knowing.  Even Nick and Nora Charles weren't that . . . gritty.  Or nasty.  Or unlikable.


Lena Jones as a "wounded" or "flawed" or "damaged" character was just too over the top for me.  I couldn't imagine her functioning as a cop or as a PI with all that baggage.  Come to think of it, I'm not sure I could imagine her functioning as a human being.


I wanted to like it.  I wanted to see that 1980s Elena character developed into something positive.  For me, it didn't happen.


I'm sorry, Betty.



UPDATE, because I wanted to keep this all together rather than spread out.


What follows may be both spoiler and trigger, so be warned.


The more I thought about Lena Jones last night and this morning, the more disturbed I became about her.  I wanted to find a way to reconcile her personality and all its emotional baggage with her character and occupation.  Bottom line was that I should have just let it go and gone on to another book.  But . . .


Lena was horribly abused in the foster care system, as it (supposedly) existed in Arizona in the 1970s and 1980s.  Her treatment was so horrendous that by the age of nine, she committed some very serious crimes.  The violent nature of these crimes would have caught the attention of even a very lax juvenile justice system.  While a juvenile crime record might be sealed once she reached age 18, I couldn't make myself believe that she would never resort to that kind of violence again.


And in fact, she did.  That's why she had the court order to get anger management counseling.  Her outburst had been triggered by an instance of child abuse -- and I couldn't believe that it was the first such instance she had witnessed since age nine.  Could I, as a reader, have been led to believe that Lena buried her rage for 20 years?  That in all those years, through nine more years in the foster system, through college and through eight years on the Scottsdale police force, she had never once been triggered to violence?  Yes, I could have been.  But I wasn't.  That's the author's job, and she didn't succeed, at least not with this reader.


That was my major stumbling block with this book.  Not only did I not particularly like Lena, but I didn't accept her as a viable character, in the sense that "she doesn't know she's only a character in a book."  She didn't seem real.


I tried to set that aside, at least for the moment while I looked closer at some other elements of the book.  I've already listed a few details that kind of bumped me out of the story, like the weather for the March setting and so on.  And I have to qualify the following observations by stating that I don't read police procedural mysteries, so I'm not particularly familiar with . . . police procedures.  However. . .


Spoilers ahead.


The victim, Gloriana Alden-Taylor, owned a small publishing company that was reportedly making money hand over fist because of the popularity of the type of books and other materials they were publishing.  Yet the company's office was small and under-staffed, the equipment didn't work, the employees were underpaid and abused.  Supposedly Gloriana was sinking all her money into restoration of a family home, but the home was still in wretchedly dilapidated condition, with few if any repairs evident.  There was also sufficient cash somewhere that her will gave one of her heirs enough income not only to buy a home but to quit working at least for a while.  Why hadn't Gloriana put that cash into the repairs on the home?


The murderer had sufficient and believable motive.  The murderer also had means, though that was a little less believable -- obtaining the poisonous plant under rather extraordinary conditions and time constraints.  But the issue of opportunity didn't make sense.  Although yes, people see what they expect to see and don't see what they don't expect to see, the idea of this particular person just waltzing into the banquet room and sprinkling some poisonous plant into the victim's salad, then waltzing out of the banquet room unnoticed by anyone seemed far-fetched.  After all, the entire staff would have been questioned by the police -- wouldn't they? -- and what are the chances that no one saw anyone unfamiliar, especially someone as noticeable as the killer, hanging around the dining room?  Would the killer have been able to blend in by wearing staff uniform?  If not, wouldn't their street clothes have been noticeable?


Murder, even with the motive, didn't seem like a route the killer would have taken to achieve the desired result.  It wasn't in keeping with that character's personality.  As a reader, I wanted to be able to sit back and say, "Yes, I can see how that person could have committed the crime."  I wasn't able to do that with this killer.  The motive wasn't sufficient to push that individual to the point of murder, the means were iffy, and the opportunity issue was kind of eye-rolling.


There was another issue, though, that exacerbated all of the above.  The killer commits another crime, after the murder.  Motive?  Yes, more or less there was a motive, though I still didn't quite buy it.  Means?  Well, that gets into the iffy category again.




The killer rigs up an explosion to destroy the publishing company's offices.  The information on how to do that comes from one of the books they've published, so the killer had access to that.  But one would think that the police, the ATF, and the insurance company investigators would be looking into the type of explosive used, where the materials might have been purchased, and who purchased them.  Although ATF is mentioned in the book, the bombing investigation is just kind of dropped. It's not even mentioned after the killer is identified, tried, and sent to prison (with an outrageously lenient sentence, I might add.)

(show spoiler)


Opportunity?  Well, that moved into eye-rolling territory again.  


How was the killer able to obtain the materials for the bomb, construct it, and place it on the property without being seen and recognized?

(show spoiler)

Maybe I missed things that another reader would see, things that would make all of these issues make sense and the problems disappear.  I did go back and look for some details, but nothing jumped out at me to clarify these issues.  It's also possible that I just don't understand the genre well enough, and I'm putting the book up against standards it was never intended to be measured by.


I don't know.  All I know is that I really tried to make it make sense, and I just couldn't.


Reading progress update: I've read 138 out of 280 pages.

Desert Shadows - Betty Webb

Seriously, I do not believe in omens.