I don't know. I feel slightly guilty about this one, like I had at the back of my mind all the time that he's just a crime writer and his crime's good, but what possessed him to try to move on?

That seems mean to me: how would I have felt about it if the author had been unknowned to me? Fact is, guys like Dibdin move into a rut and it is hard to be open-minded about their attempts to get out.

This is probably a perfectly acceptable book of its type. It was a snap to get through.

But still. I was left with this nagging 'I don't know' afterwards. What can I say?



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I don't know. I feel slightly guilty about this one, like I had at the back of my mind all the time that he's just a crime writer and his crime's good, but what possessed him to try to move on?

That seems mean to me: how would I have felt about it if the author had been unknowned to me? Fact is, guys like Dibdin move into a rut and it is hard to be open-minded about their attempts to get out.

This is probably a perfectly acceptable book of its type. It was a snap to get through.

But still. I was left with this nagging 'I don't know' afterwards. What can I say?



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I don't know. I feel slightly guilty about this one, like I had at the back of my mind all the time that he's just a crime writer and his crime's good, but what possessed him to try to move on?

That seems mean to me: how would I have felt about it if the author had been unknowned to me? Fact is, guys like Dibdin move into a rut and it is hard to be open-minded about their attempts to get out.

This is probably a perfectly acceptable book of its type. It was a snap to get through.

But still. I was left with this nagging 'I don't know' afterwards. What can I say?



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This turned out to be a very intelligent, readable story. Each of the five chapters were written quite differently from each other, but, by the end, all the pieces fit together to get a full picture of what was left of one family.

The first chapter was most interesting to me. It was practically a monologue by Anthony's now-deceased wife's first husband Daryl Bob Allen. Anthony brought a gun along with him on this visit. Had I been there, I would have taken Anthony's gun just to shut Allen up. The first chapter was just that vivid.

One thing that I especially liked about this story is that I didn't know where the author was taking it although I thought I did. Occasionally the author lapsed into some beautiful prose or creepy happening both of which just made me stop to think. I liked what he did with this story. I must make an effort to seek out more works by this author in the future. ( )

A tale that is as moody as its main character who is conducting an investigation into the past of his newly-dead wife. In an effort to close up the gestalt of her death, he opens a can of worms. ( )