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Copycat
'As he stared down at her, she managed to reach up and scratch his face, feeling the skin slide under her nails, feeling her own skin being greased by a spurt of his blood. Her other hand reached up and found the binoculars around his neck. She thumped them against his head, and thumped again, harder. His body slowly crumpled against her... But before she could get away she felt hands on her neck. They tightened. The scream died in her throat.'
Jack Maclean, Hollywood actor, is in Australia making a film with his director wife, Karin. His part: Joshua Harris, the murderous preacher. But as Jack acts out his role for the cameras, so does a murderer- for real- in the dark streets of Melbourne...
Jack Maclean, Hollywood actor, is in Australia making a film with his director wife, Karin. His part: Joshua Harris, the murderous preacher. But as Jack acts out his role for the cameras, so does a murderer- for real- in the dark streets of Melbourne...
162 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 1989
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December 6, 2021
3.5
I found this book at a Vinnies for a dollar and picked it up. Turns out, the book is set in Melbourne and had no goodreads page of its own. Seeing as I made the page so I could log the book, I figure I owe it a legitimate review.
Copycat is third-person omniscient (though the narrator often asserts things the way x/y/z character would), noire-esq crime whodunnit, though it's not too hard to work out who, well, dun it.
The first 80ish pages are mostly character and plot set up and drag somewhat, but after the first murder happens, the book really starts to kick off.
In some ways, this is a book of strange dichotomies. A sexist product of its time with moments of forward thinking, remarkably competent prose littered with amateur elements. In truth, the weakest part of the novel and in some senses the biggest tragedy, is the safe choices Jillett made when crafting the mystery of the murder mystery. It's not that the book lacks intrigue, it's not that you never second guess who the murderer might be, it's just that, ultimately, it's the obvious choice and the first person you'd suspect.
If you get a chance to read this book, (which given the circumstances in which I found a copy I imagine isn't very likely) I think you should. It might not be the greatest endorsement, but really, what more could a writer ask for.
I found this book at a Vinnies for a dollar and picked it up. Turns out, the book is set in Melbourne and had no goodreads page of its own. Seeing as I made the page so I could log the book, I figure I owe it a legitimate review.
Copycat is third-person omniscient (though the narrator often asserts things the way x/y/z character would), noire-esq crime whodunnit, though it's not too hard to work out who, well, dun it.
The first 80ish pages are mostly character and plot set up and drag somewhat, but after the first murder happens, the book really starts to kick off.
In some ways, this is a book of strange dichotomies. A sexist product of its time with moments of forward thinking, remarkably competent prose littered with amateur elements. In truth, the weakest part of the novel and in some senses the biggest tragedy, is the safe choices Jillett made when crafting the mystery of the murder mystery. It's not that the book lacks intrigue, it's not that you never second guess who the murderer might be, it's just that, ultimately, it's the obvious choice and the first person you'd suspect.
If you get a chance to read this book, (which given the circumstances in which I found a copy I imagine isn't very likely) I think you should. It might not be the greatest endorsement, but really, what more could a writer ask for.
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