Showing posts with label Mercedes Coffin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mercedes Coffin. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Wordsmith Wednesdays

Welcome, one and all, to the antithesis of "Wordless Wednesday".

Life is short, people, and I have waa-a-a-y too much to say to stop talking. Even for a day.

It is here that I will commence reviewing books randomly chosen by me off of a list provided by the lovely people at Hachette Book Group USA (I'm partial to shiny covers) , and it is here where I will begin contests for giveaways of the books I'm talking about.

Just not this week. Patience, darlings. It's a virtue, I hear.

Not too long ago, I finished up "The Mercedes Coffin" by Faye Kellerman. It was part of her Peter Decker/Rina Lazarus series.

I love Faye Kellerman's writing (her husband Jonathan is none too shabby either). I love the characters of Peter and Rina, and the lives that Faye has created for them; I've been watching them evolve for a very long time.

The storyline for this book involves 2 crimes, some 15 years apart, that have very similar M.O.s.

The first crime is a cold case - the murder of a high school principal who is found bound and shot execution-style in the back of his Mercedes, his car abandoned in a remote Los Angeles park.

The second, newer crime, triggers a re-opening of the case. Primo Ekerling, a music producer, is discovered dead in the trunk of his Mercedes, also bound and shot execution-style; his car parked on a city street for a time before it's discovered by the Grand Theft Auto division of the LAPD.

This book was published in 2008.

Shortly after finishing up this book, I received my first Hachette book, "Trunk Music", by Michael Connelly.

I have not read Mr. Connelly's work before, but I know bloggers who do, and seem to like him. That's good enough for me.

I decided that, in order to get a feel for what I would write about today, I would read the back cover summary. And I quote:

"Tony Alisio finally had a hit. Stuffed into the trunk of his Rolls on a ragged stretch of Mulholland Drive, the B-movie producer took two bullets to the head - the kind of job wiseguys call 'Trunk Music'..."

This book was published in 1997.

Oh, dear.

I'm a little afraid to crack open the front cover. I feel I'm being unfaithful to Faye.

Or is Faye being unfaithful to me?

Either way, I'm intrigued.

I'm hoping you will be, too.
 
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