After reading Death of a Serpent, I knew I'd found that rare gift, an author I could depend upon for enjoyable, riveting stories and excellent writing.
While Too Quiet in Brooklyn is, for the most part, different from Death of a Serpent, there are similarities. The lead investigator is a strong, colorful, and believable woman. The crimes are not easily solved and would not be solved without Fina's determination and natural ability. Once again, the author leaves me salivating with her descriptions of local cuisine. Seemingly without effort, she conveys the places, people, and action with a minimum of the best words so that all is seen, heard, tasted, and smelled at once.
The author's own words can best describe why I admire her.
Typical of the author's unusual description: "Willoughby unfolded his big frame and catapulted out of the car…"
When writing Fina's Point of View, the author draws the reader in as if relating the events one on one: "…even though the shrinks told me no, it wasn't my fault, you know how they go on. I didn't know what I'd done or where he was or how to get him back….You'd think with all my experience hunting down skips, I'd be able to find him in a blink, but I've never dared to try."
The author changes Points of View throughout the book, but the shifts are always clear and help to break up the narrative. Like one of those terrific comedians who can easily slide from an impression of Jimmy Stewart into one of James Cagney, the author takes on the persona of each POV character down to the finest detail. Ralph: "Boss didn't like blood. He must remember to tell him there was no blood with the old lady, no blood with Arrow. No blood."
The author skillfully writes both Fina and Detective Jane Templeton as exceptionally strong women while keeping both distinct. She writes their opposites as characters Lorraine, Nanette, and Marie with equal skill.
The plot isn't so much a whodunit as an exploration of why they did it while keeping the reader hooked with the kidnapped child. The story moves at a good clip, slowing just enough to allow us to see the victims, thugs, heroes, and heroines as human beings.
As a reader, I was captivated by this book, finding it difficult to set aside. I used it to reward myself for doing chores or exercise I don't enjoy. As a writer, I reread passages hoping to better understand how it's done.