Time for another Doiron ... while Tristram Shandy languishes half-read on my reading table. Been that way a while too. Someday soon ... Meanwhile, this one starts off quite nicely as Mr. D seems to have taken lessons at the foot of the master of geographic location mystery, Tony Hillerman. One of the blurb on the book's jacket makes that point. Having lived in my own patch of the Maine woods since 1982 I salute his prose "tributes" to Maine in mud season(March-April). Spot on ... Also well described are the folks of the underclass who inhabit beaten up/worn down "houses" in those woods. At least half of those places are trailers. In this vein the author's prose is akin to the writing of Carolyn Chute, but without the fancy prose-work. At the back of the book the author says a few things about the Dennis Dechaine case, a BIG news story a couple of decades ago. I always have an interest in such references because I had a sort of inside window into the doings of that sordid "man murders young girl" story. A co-worker of mine was key prosecution witness, though he died before the trial began. I guess I can see the general similarities so far. A few minor issues ...
- "peacoat" s.b. two words "pea coat"
- There's already a bit of product placement here, as in "Maglite" instead of "flashlight" - I kind of get what he was doing there. I have a couple of those big black bastards myself.
- Amen as to the ATV damage in the woods. No matter where they are ridden those things are destructive. In Arizona they destroy decent jeep trails. Same thing in Maine.
- Questionable geography ... Colby College, along with almost everything else in this state, is southern Maine, not central Maine. Culturally, however, Waterville(home of Colby), IS in central Maine.
- "switched on my laptop computer" s.b. "switched on my computer(or laptop)", but not both.
- "New England Patriots t-shirt" s.b. just "Patriots t-shirt."
- Again ... "my Gore-Tex parka" should just be "my parka."
- Flagstaff is a fictional Maine town, though there is a Flagstaff Lake(man-made) at the northern foot of the Bigelow Range opposite Sugarloaf. The lake covers up some of the route that Benedict Arnold and his ill-fated army of would-be Quebec invaders attempted back in the early days of the Revolutionary War. Didn't work out so well.
- And now a word about domestic felicity. Mike's live-in gal-pal is a pain in the butt. She KNOWS who and what Bowditch is ... RIGHT? So either accept it and stay or take a hike girlie. Enough with the mope-a-dope routine.
Finished up last night with a satisfyingly violent and tense conclusion. Real-world problems crop up too and anchor this story in something approximating reality. However ... an awful lot of dysfunction and mayhem sees to be occurring in this under-populated Maine burg. The name-dropping of products continued unabated and there was a "steaming mug" in there at the end as well. Sigh ... More of the Dennis Dechaine thing is suggested but PD at least doesn't over do it. The word "trespasser" does apply to the Dechaine case, but I don't see how it comes to bear on the murder mystery here. It does apply to another part of the plot, however.
- "in Augusta, the state capitol, ... " - pick one or the other. To use both is redundant.
- Why??? in a description of a woman does her big breasts need to be a part of it?
- 3.5* rounds down to the standard 2* rating for a decent and diverting genre effort.