Felix Francis is the son of the late Dick Francis, author of over 40 best-selling books. However in the son’s case, the apple has fallen far, far away from the tree.
What begins as a gripping story of murder and estranged families soon becomes tedious and boring as the author pads the story with long descriptions of historical murder cases and assorted trivia, totally irrelevant to the case.
Bill Russell is a volunteer steward at Warwick Races when he’s informed that his wife has been found murdered in their home. He’s quickly placed at the top of the suspects list and charged with her murder. His behavior at this point turns to the melodramatic as he weeps uncontrollably, calling out to his dead wife and berating her for “leaving him” all the while acting more like an adolescent than a middle-aged man. The police seem ham-fisted in their investigation, ignoring the most basic aspects of collecting evidence.
It was impossible to suspend disbelief in reading this because it was all just too unbelievable: from the characters, to the way in which the investigation was carried out. Give it a miss and choose another book to read. I wish I had!
The killer in this novel by Canadian author Daniel Kalla is not a person. The killer is the bubonic plague. Alana Vaughan is an infectious disease specialist with NATO and is called to Genoa, Italy, to attend a patient suffering from the disease. Could it be bioterrorism or is there another explanation?
Alternating between the modern story with Alana Vaughan and the story contained in an eight-hundred-year-old medieval journal, Kalla pulls no punches when describing the horrible progression of this usually fatal disease and the suffering of its victims.
The clock is ticking as Vaughan and her team hunt for patient zero. As the disease spreads, it’s a race to stop it from reaching epidemic proportions.
A great thriller that’s hard to put down once you read the first page.
The one word that comes to mind when I describe this book is “bland”. Everything about it is bland – the characters, the atmosphere (or lack thereof), the language, and the story. It just doesn’t live up to the intriguing title and I found it to be a real disappointment.
It is 1919, just after WWI, though it could be any time as the author does nothing concrete to make the reader aware of when the events are taking place. In the Derbyshire village of Wenfield, young women are being murdered and found with a dead dove stuffed into their mouths. When the local constabulary is unable to make any headway in finding the killer, Inspector Albert Lincoln of Scotland Yard is called in to handle the case. However, Lincoln’s personal problems and his general inertia leave the reader with little confidence in his abilities to do his job properly.
The story unfolds sluggishly, and even the surprise ending cannot redeem it.