3.5 stars, best in the Jesse Stone series so far, but definitely room for improvement.
Warning: The dead girl was 14, and there are troubling scenes with other young teenagers. Parker handles this carefully and with respect. Still, it's hard for me.
The reality here is that the Jesse Stone series, at least books 1 - 3, are Parker's analysis of himself and why his marriage to Joan failed in the early 1980s. Since this book was written more than 15 years later, he has done some thinking about the why, and he presents it here. Jesse's difficulties with Jenn comprise perhaps 1/4 of the book, but it's not bad stuff. Both Joan and Parker had their faults at the time, and made a pretty good effort at redemption and restoration of a marriage that worked, albeit a bit unconventionally.
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Parker's wit and humour are better in this book than in the previous Jesse Stone series. The main plot is good but the pacing is a bit slow, but the other plots allow supporting characters to express themselves. Not bad.
And, finally, there is some very good humour! (And it lasts! Good dog!)
“What kind of dog is it?” Molly said.
“Dalmatian. They’re not all that common.”
“Male or female?”
“Male,” Jesse said. “For crissake, you’re a cop. You’re supposed to be observant.”
“I’m an Irish Catholic girl,” Molly said. “I don’t look at penises.”
“Not even human?”
From the cell block in the back, they could hear the dog begin to howl.
“Especially not human.”
“Always in the dark,” Jesse said.
Molly grinned at him. “Always. With my eyes tight shut, thinking of Saint Patrick.”
Parker's prose really is eloquent at times...
He felt the familiar smooth curve as he ran his hand up her thigh. The familiar soft slope of her belly. He had done this often. This time, like each time, it was brand-new. He could hear her breathing, felt the pressure of her hips, she was skillful and fully engaged. The part of him that was not making love smiled.
There are some nice quotes
The talk was of double plays, and games played long ago, and plays at the plate, and sex. Talk of sex and baseball was the best of all possible talk.
Because Spenser was not a policeman, he had the freedom to kick the shite out of anyone. Often, usually. It seemed we'd miss that freedom with Stone, but he proves he's got some level of the Spenser-like, thug-hero in him. Well done.
And we've had some very snappy dialogue, finally. Books 1 & 2 we're short on Parker snap! Further books in this series might get pretty good.
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The central mystery and events of the book are very difficult for me, concerning the sexual abuse of children. Who are we that we allow this?
1 in 5 girls and 1 in 20 boys is a victim of child sexual abuse.
Parker is sensitive to the subject matter, makes the horror felt, but does not browbeat you with it.
Cops see kids like Billie too often. Town pump. Kids so desperate for affection or connection or whatever it was that sex became their handshake. They were joyless encounters as far as he knew. For certain, it was not pleasure that drove girls like Billie to flop for anybody.
The other female characters read like fragments of Joan/Jenn/Susan as well.
Interesting: She's sitting like Susan, perhaps like Joan in RL:
Jenn got up and poured herself a half a glass more wine. Then she sat back down on the couch and tucked her feet under her.
All-in-all, I enjoyed this book, even though I almost abandoned it about 1/4 the way in. I'm glad I didn’t, as the character development was pretty good.
The ending is satisfying, without any villains getting off scott-free as in some Parker books.
The word "maroon" does not appear at all in this book. Amazing!
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