‘Bloody Mary’ is absolutely hilarious. It also will be horrific and shocking for those innocents in society oblivious of the minds and activities going on around them by those who are twisted and murderous. For the sensitive in the world, you will never never never get through a book or series like this and you will have nightmares if you attempt more than a couple of pages. Personally, I have never read such a black comedy series as this that somehow maintains a coherent plot and a consistent believability throughout. (Usually dark ridiculousness is played strictly for laughs, puns and sight gags, which tend to break up the story into a series of related skits that may or may not move the story forward.) Also, the author J. A. Konrath has an extremely distinctive writing style as well, sort of a combination of American verbal shorthand referencing cultural cool detachment and detective genre irony. I’m not sure how the humor will translate for readers from different countries.
There was an alcoholic in my family, and she had interesting boyfriends due to her desperate need to find men who would finance her addiction. For me, the people Jacqueline Daniels, Chicago Violent Crimes Unit chief detective, and her partner, Detective First Class Herb Benedict, meet during the course of solving murders are not entirely fictional or exaggerated by much.
This time, Daniels and her department have an interesting problem. Cook County Morgue needs the assistance of Violent Crimes in identifying a pair of handcuffed arms. Since the morgue deals in bodies and body parts, this is a peculiar request at first - until Phil Blasky, the Chief Medical Examiner, explains no one checked the arms in, and there is no body that the arms match. Even stranger, the handcuffs on the wrists of the arms belong to Jack (Jacqueline).
The following dialogue will either have you groaning wryly, or outraged. I think if it strikes you as disgusting or disrespectful, put this book down and move along to the next one in your stack.
“”I suspect an axe.” Phil poked at the wound with a gloved finger. “See the mark along the humerus, here? It took two swings to sever the appendage.”
“It doesn’t look humorous to me.” Benedict had snuck up behind us.
“Funny,” Phil said. “Never heard that one before, working with dead bodies for twenty years. Next will you make some kind of gimme a hand joke?”
“I did that one already,” Herb said. “How about: It appears the suspect has been disarmed?”
“She was always such a cut-up?”
“Would you like a shoulder to cry on?”
“Can I go out on a limb here?”
“At least she’ll get severance pay?”
Phil cocked an eyebrow at Herb.
“Severance?” Herb said. “Sever?”
I tuned out their act and got a closer look at the arms.””
That is how the entire book treats horrible and deadly scenes of extreme pathos, fear, violence and grief, yet the involved characters definitely are serious about finding the bad guys and finding justice for the victims. Despite the comedy, I never thought Daniels or her detectives did not care about the victims or lacked sympathy. Instead, I felt this is how these people handle the dreadful harsh manner of the murders they see every day. My only complaint is the speed by which the cases of this series resolve is VERY quick. Murderers tend to show themselves early in the book and decompensate so fast they are committing murders very recklessly by the midpoint. It does mean the books are a touch breezy and quick, but that makes it a perfect beach read…..as long as extremely graphic mutilations are ok with you.
There are chic-lit family problems which lighten the atmosphere between the discovery of tortured or shot bodies - Jack’s mother is at the falling stage of aging, so the question comes up whether mom should move in to Jack’s apartment, and Jack’s ex-husband and new boyfriend end up sparring, and there is an unexpectedly orphaned cat that Jack reluctantly adopts (always a positive to me).
I’m interested enough to continue reading the series, and for whatever casual, if black-humored, entertainment that this series is, it’s successful, but I think taking breaks between books is advisable. The murdering maniacs are not the problem, but the otherwise spot-on excellent jokes made me somewhat weary if I read too much at one sitting.