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Posted on June 8, 2010 at 5:36 PM by Lisa Miyako
Tierney's story is quintessential San Francisco, with the expected mix of quirky characters, from the hard-boiled detective and Paladino's partner, Noah Lang. and their office assistant, the always stylish and gender-ambiguous and resourceful Thanh to the group of aging artist types who once upon a time were friendly with the first victim.
The inordinate number of murders within a single novel seems to be de riqueur these days, or maybe it's the type of story I'm picking up, and it didn't occur to me that maybe that trend is stretching the suspension of disbelief. On the other hand, it is somehow entertaining when the victims are killed by the tools of their art, and I mean that only within the realm of crime fiction, of the mystery genre.
De Witt answers, "Oh, yes. Poor Jack. He was such a sloppy writer. I wanted to take him under my wing and teach him it was not a crime to edit one's own words. They are not sacred."
Other than these few admittedly idiosyncratic responses to Tierney's book, I did enjoy reading his PI mystery. It is a fast and entertaining read, almost like watching an episode of a TV series, like Trauma. Not great, but enjoyable nonetheless. I'm willing to read more of Tierney's Paladino novels and also to check out his Deets Shanahan series.
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