Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Confessions of the Non-Serial Reader

By David
I'm a mystery/crime reader who is not big on novel series. (Full disclosure: I stopped reading Lee Child's Jack Reacher books in the middle of Nothing to Lose and haven't gone back. I may be the only person in the world who can say "I stopped reading Reacher." Not something I'm bragging about, by the way.) I spend a fair amount of time trying to figure out which one or two books I should sample from a series to try out writers.
I know it's just me and that I'm out of step with most other mystery readers who just can't wait for the next Poirot novel by Agatha Christie to come out. Imagine. Me. Out of step. Go figure.
There are writers who I enjoy reading their standalone books but can't really get into their series character. Laura Lippman, for example. And some writers, I slurp down all the books in a series in what seems to me like a single gulp. The Dave Brandstetter novels by Joe Hansen.
My brainy wife and blogmate can sit down and rip through an entire series by an author in a week and enjoy every one of them. She can read authors who have multiple series (in order, in a row), enjoy all the books, and even keep the characters straight. See Charlaine Harris and her characters Sookie Stackhouse, Aurora Teagarden, and Lily Bard.
I've tried to devise the best way to try out mystery series. I've failed.
Here's why. I don't think that the first book in a series is necessarily the best place to start. Ian Rankin wrote in The Lineup: the world's greatest crime writers tell the inside story of their greatest detectives (edited by Otto Penzler) that he thinks that Knots and Crosses is in some ways too literary. That Rebus knows books a detective in his position, with his background shouldn't know. So that may not be the best introduction to the series.
Some authors definitely get better as they go. Some hit it for a six their first time at the crease. How do you know?
So, where do you start with a series detective? Whose word do you take that this would be the place to first encounter Lord Peter Whimsey or Travis McGee or Stephanie Plum? Luck? Trial and error?
So I turn to you, mystery and crime readers. Help me out here. Suggestions for series to sample and one (or two) books from that series as a place to start?

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

2010 Top Reads

Since I kept track of every book I finished this year, it was easy to pick out the ones I liked best. I know I haven't forgotten the absolutely great one I read in February because I wrote it down. And these include books I happened across this year. Not published this year. Or written this year. This was the year I discovered Ruth Rendell, so my taste evolves constantly. Suggest somebody I haven't read. I look for new authors all the time.

1. The Virgin of Small Plains by Nancy Pickard Absolutely the best book I read this year. I could not put the book down. She employed the "if this one would only talk to that one" technique in an excrutiatingly brilliant way. The bloodbath of an ending rivals Hamlet. She captures the self-involved world of the teen ager so well. It is riveting.

2. The Pure in Heart by Susan Hill This book should have been breathtakingly frustrating. All of the plot lines of the book end without resolution. But it certainly left me eager for the next book. The plots advanced the characters that I adore like Simon's sister, Cat. The first in this series, Various Haunts of Men, didn't engage me as much as this one. Making Simon aloof from everyone in that one meant I had no interest in him. Or sympathy for him. I was right there with him about Diane. But wanting to giving him a swift kick as Cat did. Do Something, Simon. Anything.

3. Bury Your Dead by Louise Penny In a year that I hadn't read the previous two books, this would have been at the top of the list. Gamache is an absolutely excellent character who needed some weaknesses exposed. And this book does that. This series is fast becoming my favorite. I still think the first one in this series, Still Life, is one the most beautifully written books I have ever read. The villagers of Three Pines are really the stars here.

4. Friday Nights by Joanna Trollope This book had all the permutations of women's lives. All the life choices modern women make to try to exist in the world are represented by the characters in the book. Single women, married women with children, single women with children, widowed women with children, career women. And the painful and glorious role men play in those strategies. An excellent look at the problems and joys of children and work and home.

5. Simisola by Ruth Rendell I read every single Wexford book this year. I picked the sad story of Simisola because when I see the title of this book, I remember the story instantly. I can be reminded of the story in the others, but this resonated with me. Wexford has a misstep in this book and comes all over with liberal guilt, as he should. The racial overtones and implications in this book raise questions for the reader as well. I'm sure I'd have done what Wexford did. And that is sobering.

6. A Grave Secret by Charlaine Harris No this is not the vampires. This is my personal favorite series written by True Blood's author. Harper Connolly can tell where bodies are buried and knows how they died. She is hired by private people to either find the body or tell them more about the body. And her family situation is complex in that modern way. Her half sisters live with her aunt and uncle who hate her. She travels with her "brother" who is really not her brother--he was raised with her when his dad married her mom. So the half sisters are related by blood to each of them. Um yeah. The plots here are ingenious in presenting situations that require her "talent."

7. Stork Raving Mad by Donna Andrews These books are so funny and so outlandish that a reader should be put off. But somehow it all makes sense. And you follow the intrepid Meg while more and more people camp at her house and she becomes more and more pregnant with twins. Of course a murder occurs with all the other mayhem. But somehow keeping her mother from decorating the nursery is on Meg's list more than the murderer. I wish Donna wrote several books a year. Everyone needs to laugh this much.

8. Death Message by Mark Billingham Billingham represents the token male on my list. I read Bloodline as well, but the story of the murderer and the cell phone is better. Thorne trying to work this out while being just this side of a Luddite is priceless. His usual sidekicks are there, making it difficult for him. Great cop story.

9. The Fixer-Upper by Mary Kay Andrews As much as I miss this author being Kathy Hogan Trochak, these fluffy Southern tales are fabulous for a light boy meets girl or rather girl meets boy. Her heroines always learn something and fall in love. This book is no exception. I love the work on the house almost as much as the romance. But I was happy this was actually work that crapped on the heroine instead of a cad. Her previous book, Deep Dish, I didn't like as much because it traversed well-traveled ground. This was different.

10. Unfinished Desires by Gail Godwin My favorite Gail Godwin of all time is Father Melancholy's Daughter and I recommend it as well. Unfinished Desires is about a girl's school, and how changing alliances and friendships affect the lives of one class of girls. And what effect that all has when their daughters go to the school. In less skillful hands, the dual timeline and changes in narrator could leave a reader bewildered. Godwin weaves together mother and daughter stories with ease. Truly awesome.

The most surprising thing to me after re-reading my list of books was that I read 90 books this year and only seven were by men. Ouch. And two of those were the same man (Billingham). Men don't seem to be doing much better this year--first three so far are also by women.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Review at new Harrogate festival blog You're Booked


The Deputy – Victor Gischler

Reviewer: David Speer

The Deputy by Victor Gischler, Tyrus Books
I’m tempted to call Victor Gischler a Renaissance man. In at least two ways. Maybe more.
One. He’s the writer of all sorts of things. His debut novel, and one of my favorites, “Gun Monkeys,” was nominated for the Edgar Award. You may be more familiar with some of his other novels — the ones with the clever titles like “Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse” and “Vampire a Go-Go.” He also writes comic books, Deadpool and X-Men and others. There’s Twitter talk sometimes about a screenplay. And if you do follow him on Twitter there’s the occasional feature called “Ask Gischler” where he offers to answer any and all questions. Note I said he offers to answer them. I’m not sure he ever answers anything.
Two. When I said Renaissance man, I was thinking more of a typical man who lived during the time of the Renaissance. The kind of man whose life was nasty, brutish, and short. One who learns that life has a noir underbelly. Who rolls life over on its back and says, “Come over here and look at this. Is that cool or what?”
The kind of man who could write “The Deputy” (Tyrus Books). The kind of novel that could make you to want to go out and clean up a town.
“The Deputy” is about Toby Sawyer, who the local police chief lets work as a part-time deputy so that Toby can make something of himself. Toby is a deputy in Coyote Crossing, Oklahoma. Take Washington D.C. out of the competition (after all, it’s in a class all by itself), and Coyote Crossing could be in the running for the title of the most corrupt town on Earth.
At its core, the story of “The Deputy” is a western movie of the type we’ve all seen or heard hundreds of times. It takes place in a town that needs one good man to clean it up. But Toby is not Shane of the movie or Marshal Matt Dillon of TV’s Gunsmoke. He’s not Dashiell Hammett’s Continental Op. And he’s surely not Lee Child’s Jack Reacher. Because Toby sure doesn’t set out to clean up a town. He just wants to love his son, have a good woman by his side — or with him in bed — and find the missing body of Luke Jordan so he can go home and get some sleep.
But Toby is a guy who can’t manage to do one thing right. Or the easy way. So, naturally, when he goes about cleaning up Coyote Crossing, he does it in a really messy way. Given that chance to make something of himself, Toby goes out of his way to screw up. Given the seemingly dead-easy task of guarding the freshly killed body of one member of the town’s most notorious trouble-making family, Toby wanders off to have sex with his girlfriend. His girlfriend who is not his wife and not the mother of his child. Who probably is not going to be the good woman by his side by the end of the book. Or even by the end of the night.
And believe it or not, it goes downhill from there.
Gischler’s genius is that he makes us want good things to happen for Toby. No matter how stupid he is. And he is. No matter how violent he is. And he is. No matter how much of a screw up he is. And he is. We like Toby. We root for him to win. We want him to clean up Coyote Crossing, even though Gischler has shown us over the course of 249 pages that this ass-end-of-nowhere town is not worth cleaning up. We want Toby to win even while we’re questioning whether what he’s winning is really worth having.
It might just take a real Renaissance man to make us want that.