KILLING CRITICS [1995] By Carol O’Connell
My Review 4.5 Stars Rounded To 5 *****
This is Book 3 of 12 in the author’s widely acclaimed Mallory Book Series, and it was first released to an enthusiastic audience of O’Connell fans nearly three decades ago. I waited for several weeks for it to become available in my state’s digital library system which provides a glimpse of this writer’s continued popularity with crime fiction fans today.
The complex plot of this third installment plays out against a backdrop of New York City’s art community in the mid ‘90’s. An artist is silently murdered amidst a crowded art gallery. As murders go, it was an especially bloodless killing, the weapon a longer than average ice pick plunged through the back into a chamber of the heart. The victim quietly sinks to the floor of the crowded room as his heart’s blood pools around his body. An art critic’s column compares the murder to performance art in a city that is experiencing “art terrorism”.
The controversial column by the otherwise pedestrian art critic is accompanied in time by an anonymous letter to the NYPD which alleges a connection between the fresh homicide and the grisly double murder with dismemberment 12 years earlier. The cold case was never officially closed by Markowitz but resources to further investigate the murders were cut off following the confession of a drug-addled hack who was certified insane at the time. Mallory is driven to revisit the double murder her adoptive father had never solved, but is met with pressure to let sleeping dogs lie from her superiors.
The author’s narrative style is addictive with its crisp prose, sense of atmosphere, articulate descriptions, and witty dialogue among the wildly diverse array of characters in this outing. The investigation that Mallory undertakes is a bold quest to go where no detective has gone before and to perform a postmortem on the police work that accompanied the ghoulish murders a dozen years ago. A promising young talent (artist Peter Ariel) and a uniquely gifted ballet student (Aubry Gilette) were literally hacked to pieces and their body parts reassembled into an abattoir of death as art.
Mallory’s adoptive father was hobbled when he endeavored to investigate the crime when it was a fresh double homicide. Specifically, he was denied the necessary access to interview key figures surrounding the horrific murders. Subsequently there was a bogus signed confession and Markowitz was then denied the resources to delve any further into the murders. Mallory is hell bent on interviewing everyone she deems relative to ferreting out the truth.
A good many of the principal players in the modern-day art world were involved in the double murder all those years ago. Mallory sets her sites on finding and interviewing those individuals who were central to the original investigation. The dashing Jamie Quinn is perhaps the most interesting quarry of them all, the rich, powerful, politically connected and elegantly polished art critic whose niece Aubry was a victim. He is immediately smitten with Mallory and their interchanges are wickedly entertaining. Gregor Gilette, the larger-than-life famous architect and father of Aubry, was carefully shielded from the police and the press. This was also the case with the beautiful fabulously famous and wealthy artist Sabra. She was the beloved wife of Gregor, and the mother of the murdered young ballerina Aubry. Quinn used his connections to prevent the police and camera crews from getting anywhere near his sister Sabra and brother-in-law Gregor. Avril Koozeman, the gallery owner where the present-day murder took place, but also the old gallery location where the horrors of the old double homicide played out, is still active in the art scene. The figure and person of Emma Sue Halloran also looms large, obsessed then and now with Gregor Gilette. The columnist Andrew Bliss is the pen behind the editorial in the newspaper alleging “art terrorism”. He is but a pitiful puppet on a string for this ostensibly horrible woman, evidently once an art critic but now a “culture rat” who uses her power and connections to force hideous art into new architecture. Andrew dulls his conscience with booze and escapes it all by camping out on the roof of Bloomingdale’s. His crazy antics include trying his talent as a fashion advisor sniper from on high, using a bullhorn to terrorize the citizens on the street who exhibit poor fashion sense, which is naturally pretty hilarious at times.
The author executes another complex, multilayered plot with exquisite skill. The story is riveting and the suspect pool is so colorful and exotic that it remains an exciting tale all the way to the finish line. Fans of this series know that Mallory is fond of “money motives”, but it is genuinely curious how she will fair applying greed as a reason for this double homicide involving mutilation of the bodies and moving the parts around like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A new homicide in the gallery spices things up and telegraphs that Mallory’s picking and poking is getting too close to the truth.
I don’t think anyone could possibly divine the complete truth that surrounds the old murders from 12 years ago. As a reader I found that it was difficult enough keeping up with all of the players and trying to get a good picture of which ones may be involved in the actual murders. The author provides an enlightening inside look at the subject of art marketing, and how it plays out in actual finance. Most readers know how valuable that anything surrounding a notorious killer becomes in today’s world of folks fascinated with the macabre. All we have to think about is John Wayne Gacy’s clown paintings. I don’t believe that I ever contemplated how lucrative it could be for an entrepreneur to artificially manufacture a market for the items rather than seize the opportunity.
The conclusion of this novel, to include all of the answers to what happened with the double murder and mutilation deaths includes more than one unexpected plot twist, especially the surprise ending. Finally, I liked this third installment best so far because the author is effectively fleshing out the character of Mallory. The reader gets to see and revel in Mallory’s aptitude for manipulation, whether it is hood-winking her honest boss Jack Coffey, her masterful ability to deliver a press conference that emasculates the cocky FBI presence, using her sex appeal, blackmailing the mob-connected police brass, or using the razor-sharp edge of an antique sword. Her figurative swordplay with the crooked police chief Delaney is perhaps more exciting than her fencing match with an Olympian Gold Medalist.