Picking up books from random places can work to your advantage sometimes, but not always. For one thing, it can get you a book for a very low price, or even free and can introduce you to a new author you may not have tried otherwise. On the other hand, you don’t get to choose where you start in a series and sometimes you discover an author you realise why you hadn’t discovered previously. Lisa Scottoline’s “Dead Ringer” was one that fell into the second of these categories, as it proved to be the 8th in a series of Rosato and Associates novels that didn’t entice me to try any of the previous seven.
Bennie Rosato has found herself in a bit of a bind. She has just won a major case, only for her client to announce that he is bankrupt and can’t pay her, which may leave Rosato facing bankruptcy herself. Fortunately, a new case lands in her lap that could turn her fortunes around, except that it’s a class action case she isn’t used to dealing with and she needs to fight to ensure her client is considered the main one so she can collect all her fees. But before she can argue her case, Rosato finds herself accused of making a drunken fool of herself in front of some of the most senior judges in town and then of stealing some expensive earrings and assaulting a store security guard and then her big new client is murdered. The only person who could have done some of these things is her twin sister, Alice, who Bennie didn’t realise was back in town.
There is an awful lot going on in “Dead Ringer”, which proves to be a mixed blessing. It means the pace of the book is always very high and there is always something going on. It makes for a breathless reading experience and the pages turn very quickly, making this a decent read for a beach or a journey. However, the downside is that there is a bit too much going on, which impacts on the character building and the ability to follow the story as there are a few too many plot threads and some, such as the case Di Nunzio brings into the office, are shoved into the background.
This is also true of the majority of the characters. Di Nunzio’s mother is briefly mentioned and pops up only at a couple of moments and in a way that makes her feel more like a plot device than a person, as she is never really integral to the plot. Rosato’s associates often feel like background characters rather than major ones as they have so little to do, other than to dye their hair a very unlawerly hot pink in the case of one and look good in a tight dress in the case of another.
This was perhaps one of the aspects of the book that annoyed me the most. This is a law firm comprised entirely of women, which I would have thought would have offered a number of opportunities to show women lawyers in their best light. However, there are far too many descriptions of what they are wearing and not nearly enough about what they are actually doing. In an early chapter, the entire chapter is taken up with a discussion about tights and clothing and when Rosato finds herself being assisted by a stranger later on, he is of course an attractive, strong man who Rosato cannot resist, which is a worrying cliché in a book that could have been better than that.
One of the other annoying aspects was the ending. After rushing headlong through one unsatisfying set piece after another, the ending was incredibly weak and not in keeping with anything that had gone before. There were too many of the plot threads colliding in unrealistic ways and the motivations some of the characters had to use to rationalize their actions proved to be entirely out of keeping with the character traits they had displayed throughout the story. Unlike some thriller writers who can surprise you with an ending that comes out of nowhere, Scottoline surprises you with one that really was nowhere and made no sense when it appeared.
This really was a mess of a book and is salvaged only by being a very quick read and by not having cost me any money as I picked it up from a book exchange shelf at work. Had I paid for it, I would have been cursing myself for the waste of money. Maybe Scottoline’s other books are more what I hoped this one could have been and “Dead Ringer” is a rare off day, but I was so disappointed in the opportunities missed here that I really don’t want to chance reading any of the others to find out, just in case it is actually representative of her writing as a whole.