jdcorley's Reviews (191)

If you want to see the world change, a little bit, find your way to this book. A black detective faces bigotry, and somewhere inside it he identifies the condescension that helps him crack a case. A disabled woman and a Chinese guy who lives inside a white man's stereotype find connection and bravery. The usual coincidental cast of characters and crossed wires leads to a thrilling, half comic conclusion. The prejudices of the past loom large over this, and perhaps the novel does not fully emerge from it, but here the aficionado of pulp can see the sunlight breaking through. Marvelous and fun.

Finally all of Oates' practiced skills and passionate darkness come together in a story that's both simple and deeply propulsive. A deranged serial killer being hunted across America decides to visit her sister. Everything that implies is fully explored here, there are no rabbit holes without a rabbit at the bottom. Constructed flawlessly, she's at her best, every character is vivid, careful, and when we get into their lives we always feel they go forever. A masterpiece.

The sexual assault and other rather gruesome elements don't really add up to much, the only real flaw in a rip roaring tale of devilry and monstrousness, with the mad level of escalation that is crucial to McCammons horror work. 

A marvelously grungy vampire novel unafraid of the most deranged escalations. A cackling, energetic kind of self-one-upmanship means you always have some idea of what's next, and the characters aren't too complex, but it's a full on delight as it delivers and delivers.

As Ive mentioned when reviewing Barron, he has a pretty facile view of pulp/mens adventure. His passion for it shines through with the glee of a teen sharing a sick looking horror comic with you. Yet it is the other points of view and focuses that make this collection shine - a woman hiding from a violent man, a recurring set of forgotten dreams, a bland corporate drone finding his lack of a soul does indeed mean something. A real development in his style and growth as an artist.

Ellroy finds his feet in this second volume of the Lloyd Hopkins trilogy.  Hopkins himself seems more real, and the lead woman character also seems to be given a bit more psychological leeway by Ellroy (she does remain a sex worker, though - roll your eyes at Ellroy now folks).  Most importantly, Hopkins' unknown enemy, a truly awful cult leader, is given both flaws and strengths, moves and counter-moves by Ellroy. You do think about half way through that there's a strong possibility that he will win, which is almost unheard of in a cop novel. Ultimately it's the mastery of character that makes this a fantastic read, not the somewhat generic depiction of L.A. in the eighties. Incredible jump in quality after the first novel.

I thought it would be a ghost story, and it really isn't, but the Gothic, haunted feeling is so overwhelming that it drips in through the widening cracks in the warm, enveloping nostalgia of slowly growing up. It's oddly beautiful, a real find.

A fantastic classic mystery; a Kindaichi tour de force. There are Kindaichi books that are too convoluted or too casual with serious subjects, this is not one of them. It doesn't quite pay exactly fair (

A second map might have avoided this criticism.

) but it's very close, and when Kindaichi solves it you get even more mystified - but just for a moment. Fast-moving, yet with the nostalgia and sentiment that makes a Kindaichi story great.

A marvelous Wolfe, enhanced by his self-imposed (sort of) time limit which makes the whole impossible thing seem even more impossible. It's got such propulsion to it you almost don't notice that the ending just isn't all that much to write home about.

This, along with Barron's other great collections, establish him as a vigorous and vicious writer of exceptional horror. It's a cold collection; almost too cold at times, and Barron's tics sometimes make you roll your eyes, but overall, every character's descent feels imaginable and comprehensive. Lovely.