10/05/2015
In bestseller Cornwell's stirring 23rd novel starring Dr. Kay Scarpetta (after 2014's Flesh and Bone), what at first appears to be an accident quickly turns to murder once Scarpetta determines that Chanel Gilbert, the grown daughter of Hollywood producer Amanda Gilbert, didn't simply fall while trying to change a light bulb in the historic house Amanda owned near the Harvard campus in Cambridge, Mass. Meanwhile, Scarpetta receives a mysterious text, seemingly from the cell of her technical entrepreneur niece, Lucy Farinelli, with a video link showing Lucy's FBI dorm room almost 20 years earlier. It's a surveillance camera clearly planted by Carrie Grethen, Scarpetta's archenemy, who was Lucy's one-time mentor and lover, and now sociopath Carrie is sending potentially incriminating video to Scarpetta at the same time Lucy's nearby house is being raided by the FBI. Scarpetta's current case, Lucy's troubles with the Feds, and Carrie's spooky blast from the past are all on an inevitable collision course, and Cornwell shows surprising restraint in reining in her plot and keeping it tightly focused on her well-developed core characters. Agent: Esther Newberg, ICM. (Oct.)

Dr. Kay Scarpetta, who keeps us coming back to Patricia Cornwell’s sprawling crime novels, is one tough broad. … Once Scarpetta decides to ferret out Lucy’s secrets, the novel becomes more of a psychological thriller.” — New York Times Book Review

“Scarpetta’s current case, Lucy’s troubles with the Feds, and Carrie’s spooky blast from the past are all on an inevitable collision course, and Cornwell shows surprising restraint in reining in her plot and keeping it tightly focused on her well-developed core characters.” — Publishers Weekly

“Another gritty, world-weary tale of mayhem by masterful mysterian Cornwell. . . . Terse and tangled, messy and body-fluidy, and altogether satisfying.” — Kirkus Reviews

“Dark and cleverly plotted.” — Booklist

“Cornwell’s demonic plot shifts and changes almost page by page, so the reader’s spun round not knowing what to believe… This intense rush of a mystery will keep you guessing up until the very scary conclusion.” — Providence Journal

“Another gritty, world-weary tale of mayhem by masterful mysterian Cornwell. . . . Terse and tangled, messy and body-fluidy, and altogether satisfying.” — Kirkus Reviews

“Dr. Kay Scarpetta, who keeps us coming back to Patricia Cornwell’s sprawling crime novels, is one tough broad. . . . Once Scarpetta decides to ferret out Lucy’s secrets, the novel becomes more of a psychological thriller…” — New York Times Book Review

“Heart-stopping, paranoia-fueled, propulsively readable, viscerally suspenseful, disconcertingly shifty… Cornwell’s demonic plot shifts and changes almost page by page, so the reader’s spun round not knowing what to believe… This intense rush of a mystery will keep you guessing up until the very scary conclusion.” — Providence Journal

Dr. Kay Scarpetta, who keeps us coming back to Patricia Cornwell’s sprawling crime novels, is one tough broad. … Once Scarpetta decides to ferret out Lucy’s secrets, the novel becomes more of a psychological thriller.

Cornwell’s demonic plot shifts and changes almost page by page, so the reader’s spun round not knowing what to believe… This intense rush of a mystery will keep you guessing up until the very scary conclusion.

Dark and cleverly plotted.

Dark and cleverly plotted.

Susan Ericksen is an accomplished narrator, but her performance of this latest Kay Scarpetta mystery is surprisingly flat. A plodding story, dominated by large sections devoted to background information or to Dr. Kay's inner musings, offers little action or intensity for Ericksen to work with. Even when the drama eventually escalates, Ericksen's delivery seems stuck at low speed. A lack of variation frequently makes it difficult for the listener to identify the different characters or to differentiate between Scarpetta's thoughts and actual conversations. What dialogue does occur is delivered mostly at a shout, with exchanges between Scarpetta and investigator Marino being particularly grating. Eriksen's and Cornwell's proven talents make this lackluster production all the more disappointing. M.O.B. © AudioFile 2016, Portland, Maine

2015-09-24
Another gritty, world-weary tale of mayhem by masterful mysterian Cornwell (Flesh and Blood, 2014, etc.).Dr. Kay Scarpetta, fussy and exacting, doesn't mind gore. "A select few of us," she says, "come into this world not bothered by gruesomeness. In fact we're drawn to it, fascinated, intrigued, and it's a good thing." Say what you will about her, Dr. Kay, forensic pathologist extraordinaire, doesn't lead a dull life, even though much of her time is spent holding one-sided conversations with dead people. In the latest imposition on her good nature, a video lands on her phone while she's combing through an icky scene, a young woman whose "once slender body [is] in the early stages of putrefaction, bloated with areas of her skin slipping." That's grody to the max, to be sure, but, there being no accidents and no coincidences in this strange world of ours, it stands to reason that somehow Dr. Kay's latest examinee is bound up somehow with her niece, the subject of said video, a techie with a thick wallet and mad skills of a sort that Lisbeth Salander might envy. That road, with detours to the Bermuda Triangle ("you draw a line from Miami to San Juan, Puerto Rico to Bermuda"), is a bumpy one, and it passes right by the door of a mysterious, permanently peeved psycho. Or maybe not. Got all that? Well, let Dr. Kay summarize: "If Carrie knew Chanel and Chanel knew Lucy then that links the three of them. Chanel has been murdered. Carrie's existence can't be proven. That leaves Lucy hung out to dry by the FBI." Stir phony IRS agents and wisecracking Boston cops and a few red herrings into the mix, and you've got the makings of a real puzzler. Suffice it to say that there's enough familial psychodrama here to fuel a couple of dozen episodes of Dr. Phil and that the NRA won't like its product-placement moment.A trademark Cornwell mystery: terse and tangled, messy and body fluid-y, and altogether satisfying.