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Dec29

A Texas Summer

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For some reason, this holiday season, I have been very much focused on family that have passed on and missing all the times in the past that my family was together and enjoying life. I don’t know why I’m so full of these types of memories this year, but I am.

A Texas Summer

Five years old. Kingsville, Texas. Only a little kid, but a summer of trauma I’ll never forget. My older sister says she can’t remember like I do, but I can picture both days as if they just happened rather than being over fifty-nine years in the past.

My parents were young—twenty-six years old with two little girls. One almost seven and one five. Beach days, fun with other servicemen and their families, and even camping on the beach in a blue Rambler American car that had a front seat that folded down to make a comfy bed with the back seat.

Early in the summer, several Navy families decided to spend a day at the beach having fun and planning to cook hamburgers once the sun went down. One family had four sons. Inner tubes were de rigueur that warm summer day and the children played happily in the water for ages.

One boy of the family of four sons was a rowdy child who liked to tease girls. At one point, he floated next to me and shoved my inner tube far away. I paddled my way back to shallower water, but he wasn’t satisfied to be thwarted in his quest to pester me.

He reached over, pressed his hand on my head and shoved me under the water. Struggling, I was able to come up, cling to the edge of the rubber tube, and gasp for air, but before I could get away from him, he did it again.

Spluttering, I came up again, kicking my legs frantically, but he shoved me down again. And again. I lost count after three shoves, but I’ll never lose that feeling of not being able to catch my breath.  

By this time, I’d lost the inner tube and sank to the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico. All I remember from being down there was a beam of light shining down toward me. I could see it touch the surface through the murkiness of the water. I don’t believe it was the light people say you see when you’re dead or dying. I had no urge to go toward it. I believe it was the sun shining through the water. I never felt like I had a near death experience, even though I was close to drowning.

Luckily, a man was walking past and saw me go under that last time. I have no idea what all the parents were doing as their children frolicked in the water, but the man who came to my rescue was dressed in street clothes and nice shoes and was not someone we knew. He jumped in the water and saved me, but what I remember most about him was his wet money and his brown loafers. He’d gone in, wallet, shoes and everything. What stands out to me when I was back among the living, was watching him dry out his paper money. Weird that I’ve blocked the rest of the day from my mind other than the boy, Joey, not letting me catch my breath, the sunlight shining down on me as I lay under the water and that man’s dark hair, brown shoes, and wet cash. Was he my guardian angel? Or really merely a kind soul passing by who saw a kid in trouble and stepped up to save her?

Less than two months later, the second traumatic day of that long ago summer occurred. My mother’s sister and husband were visiting us in Kingsville. My dad’s eighteen year old brother, Robert, was in boot camp in San Antonio and was looking forward to his military service. All he’d ever wanted to do was be in the Air Force. He was supposed to join us for the weekend while my other aunt and uncle were visiting. He didn’t show up, but Dad didn’t worry as he might not have been given his leave as expected. He was going to come by bus and we didn’t know if something happened there, like Robert missing the bus.

We went to the beach for the day while Dad was at the Navy base where he was stationed. My aunt’s husband was bald and hadn’t put sunscreen on his head. He got a terrible sunburn, and while my sister and I watched, my aunt was rubbing sunburn cream on his head to try to help him with the soreness of the burn. Mom had the television on and a news story came on that an Air Force airman had committed suicide while at boot camp. No name was released pending notice to next of kin, but Mom said, “I wonder if that was Robert. He didn’t come to visit this weekend and I wonder if it was him.”

At the same time we were seeing this on television, my father was called in to his commanding officer’s office to have the news broken to him about my uncle’s suicide. The commanding officer put the duty of notifying their parents of one son’s death on the other son. A very hard task for a young man of twenty-five who was grieving the loss of his sibling. How my dad found the words to say when he was given the phone to call his father is beyond me.

My uncle Robert was a popular, handsome boy who I will always remember as full of life and joy. He was constantly smiling, surrounded by friends and usually had a girl on each arm. His goal in life was snatched away when he hurt his back while in boot camp.

The day he took his own life was the day he’d been told he wouldn’t be graduating from boot camp due to this injury. They were shipping him home and he couldn’t cope with it. The loss of his dream hit him hard. He didn’t reach out for comfort to family or friends. He was too despondent. I sometimes wonder if he didn’t have the right coping skills since things usually came easy to him. Was this his first huge disappointment in life? I don’t know. I was too young. And truly, so was he. Barely eighteen. Makes me sad to think he didn’t know where to turn or perhaps he thought his friends wouldn’t understand.

The “if onlys” game is a hard one to have to play. My dad wishes his brother had called or come and visited and told him of the issues he was having. We were less than a hundred and fifty miles away, but it could have seemed like as far away as the moon to my uncle when he got the news that he wasn’t going to be allowed to graduate from boot camp.

My grandparents never got over their child’s death. The boy who left home a few months prior, full of excitement that he was finally going to realize his dream, was no more. No one in the family understood how or why, really, that this happened. We’d never see that smile or hear that laugh again and we couldn’t believe it.

When my grandmother passed away ten years later from a brain tumor, her Bible was full of scraps of paper and notes to God asking, “Why, why, why?” and, as an adult, it breaks my heart all over again to see those words of anguish that flowed from her pen as she struggled to cope with the loss of her son.

The summer before my sixth birthday will always stand out in my mind no matter how old I get. I’m grateful my life was saved, but I wish my uncle’s had been as well.

Nov25

A Piece of Flash Fiction

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I usually don’t post my own writing here but last night, I had a migraine and when those hit, I try to do some deep breathing exercises to keep myself from vomiting or crying with the pain and nausea. My husband has been ill since before Halloween and spent 13 days in the hospital after spending two weeks unable to get out of his recliner. He came home Sunday night and is still so weak, it’s scary to see him. Of course, this all triggered my migraine.

As I lay there doing my deep breathing, I suddenly found myself chanting (inner monologue) Pizza, Pasta, and Spaghettios. As I waited for my meds to kick in, this little story came to me and so I thought I’d share it. So, here it is, my 2:30 am little ditty.

Pizza, Pasta, and Spaghettios

From the moment the door to DiMaggio’s Pizza Parlor opened and she strolled in, he knew he was going to marry her someday. When she walked over to the old fashioned juke box, he thrust his pool cue toward his best friend, the college quarterback, and told him to finish the game.

He took coins from his pocket and asked her what song she wanted to play. From that day forward, they were together and spent many an evening having pizza at DiMaggio’s and playing that song they loved. Their song.

When they both became professionals and paid off their student loans, with their new found financial ability to treat themselves, they experimented with pasta. Carbonara, shrimp scampi on angel hair, penne ala vodka, and clams with linguine. They chose pasta over pizza for a number of years.

When the children came, the fancy pasta took a back seat to spaghettios. They didn’t mind as the kids loved them and they were happy to see them eat a semblance of their favorite Italian cuisine.

When the children were older, DiMaggio’s became a favorite place again as the kids found their love of various flavors of pizza there. Cheese to start and moving on to pepperoni, but as their palates became more sophisticated, they ventured into mushrooms, peppers, and even anchovies on occasion.

With the children grown, married and on their own, he and she returned to their fancy pasta. Carbonara, shrimp scampi on angel hair, penne ala vodka, and clams with linguine.

In his old age, with her gone to heaven, he sometimes ate spaghettios straight from the can over the sink, her favorite song running through his mind. Their song. For eternity.

Nov21

REVIEW: Miller and Kelby: Major Case Squad Files by Maxine Flam

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Thank you to the author and Rosie’s Reviews for the copy of this book to review.

It took me a while to get through these stories. Each was pretty short and could easily be read quickly. When I did read them, I read two at a time during my lunch breaks. They were okay reads but I wasn’t compelled to return to them promptly.

While the premise of each story was creative and well thought out, the two main characters were written with very similar personalities and I was glad there were a lot of voice tags so the reader could tell who was speaking.

There were a few things that bothered me about the whole series of stories. There was a police psychologist that the two main characters consulted on over 70% of the tales. This guy was a mind reading savant of some sort because every case, on very little information, he nailed what kind of suspect they should look for; it was especially jarring in the eleventh story. In that one, he barely knew one thing about the crime and spouted off a lot of details. When the reader was invited in the head of the perpetrator, his thoughts mirrored exactly what the psychologist said was the type of killer and the motivation for murder they were looking for in their quest to solve the case. This happened in each story where the psychologist gave advice to the main characters.

there was another thing that bothered this reader. The two partners would set up a stake out at a particular location and that very same night, the killer would show up to their location.  I know these are short stories, but they were too easily solved with the psychologist and the killer playing right into their set up to catch him.  There were no moments of disappointment that they had to try again at another time. I felt there was no real drama or really high stakes (until the eleventh story which was the one with car salesman murders).

My favorite story was the one with the food critic (story number ten) as none of the things that bothered me were present in that story. I’m wondering if the stories were presented in the order the author wrote them as it appears her story telling improved as this reader kept reading.

In short, the writer of these stories has a nice way with prose and plotting. I just wanted the stories to be more fleshed out and a little harder for the protagonists to solve, along with more high stakes as there were in stories eleven and twelve.

3 stars

BLURB:

“Two Detectives, One City

The time: the late 1970s

The place: Los Angeles, California

Joseph (Joe) Miller and William (Bill) Kelby are detectives with the Major Case Squad. They get the hard-to-solve cases. And they solve them the old-fashioned way with grit and determination, forensics, and help from the department psychologist.

Miller and Kelby are a dedicated detective team that Los Angeles turns to when there are unsolved murders in the city. And solving murders is their specialty. They put their lives on the line every day for the citizens of Los Angeles, a city that rarely sleeps.”

Oct13

Review: Three Holidays and a Wedding by Uzma Jalaluddin and Marissa Stapley

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I bought this book back in July when the bookstore had a Christmas in July sale. I finally had a chance to read it and absolutely loved it.

The two main characters are Anna and Maryam. Anna was raised in a Christian household but had a Jewish stepmother. Maryam is a Muslim whose family comes from India.

Both live in Denver. Anna works for a magazine and has a boyfriend she’s been seeing for only about six months. He thinks she’s perfect, but she worries that he doesn’t know the real her.

Maryam is a pharmacist and works with her family in their drugstore. She’s always been the dutiful daughter. Her sister is a doctor with Doctors Without Borders. Maryam spends a lot of her time being the person who arranges things for her family and making sure all things run smoothly. She’s also been roped into planning her sister’s wedding during Ramadan.

Anna finds herself on a separate plane when she is to fly to Toronto to meet her boyfriend’s family for the first time for Christmas. She has to catch a later flight than him due to work commitments.

Maryam’s family ends up on the same flight as Anna. They find themselves as seat mates and when the plane hits turbulence, they each share secrets with each other.

The problem is Maryam shares her lifelong crush on a family friend, Saif. Who just happens to be seated behind them and hears the whole thing.

The plane is forced to make an emergency landing at a small airport as the snowstorm that had started at take-off has worsened. By the time their plane would arrive at Toronto, it would be impossible to land there.

They find themselves in a small town called Snowfalls.

Maryam’s sister is miserable and making everyone around her the same as she’s concerned about her wedding. Maryam has that worry as well as finding food for her family to break their Ramadan fast. She’s also concerned that her crush is staying at the same inn and is making no secret of overhearing the conversation with Anna.

Anna, on the other hand, has a boyfriend who is completely enraged that she was on a flight that was delayed. He’s making demands that she make arrangements to get to Toronto any way she can. She stops at a bar she finds open and makes the acquaintance of a man named Josh. He’s nice enough to help her find the inn where he’s staying and Maryam’s family as well.

Over the next few days, Anna makes friends with Maryam’s family as well as Josh and both women become involved with each other as well as the small town that is welcoming to all. Maryam spends time with her crush although she tries to push him away. Maryam’s sister remained self-centered and miserable for most of the book, blaming the family fixer, Maryam, for everything from the snowstorm socking them in to the fact she had to cancel the venues for her celebrations.

This book was charming and inclusive.  All three holidays were celebrated and this reader learned a bit more about Ramadan than she knew. It was interesting to learn those traditions as well as the various celebrations surrounding an Indian marriage.

The two main character women grew in themselves and faced their own faults and shared friendship and guidance with each other. One particular character this reader like a lot was the grandfather of Maryam. He was wise and warm to everyone.

The book celebrated Ramadan, Chanukah, and Christmas in a lovely way, along with the normal romantic tropes. The authors did a beautiful job merging the cultures and celebrations of the seasons of each of the holidays as well as showing growth for the two main characters. I recommend this one as a lively holiday story that could be a Hallmark movie.

BLURB:

Three times the holiday magic. Three times the chaos.

As strangers and seatmates Maryam Aziz and Anna Gibson fly to Toronto over the holidays—Maryam to her sister’s impromptu wedding, and Anna to meet her boyfriend’s wealthy family for the first time—neither expect that severe turbulence will scare them into confessing their deepest hopes and fears to one another. At least they’ll never see each other again. And the love of Maryam’s life, Saif, wasn’t sitting two rows behind them hearing it all. Oops.
An emergency landing finds Anna, Saif, Maryam, and her sister’s entire bridal party snowbound at the quirky Snow Falls Inn in a picture-perfect town, where fate has Anna’s actor-crush filming a holiday romance. As Maryam finds the courage to open her heart to Saif, and Anna feels the magic of being snowbound with an unexpected new love—both women soon realize there’s no place they’d rather be for the holidays.

Oct6

Daughter of Egypt by Marie Benedict- A Review

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Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for an advance copy of this book for review.

Marie Benedict has done it again. She’s written a well-researched book with dual timelines and both historical eras are realistically and accurately portrayed.

The two protagonists are the daughter of an earl and the daughter of a pharaoh who moves from princess to queen to pharaoh herself. Both are real historical characters with the daughter of the earl being one of the first people into the tomb of King Tut.

The Earl of Caernarvon was deep into Egyptology during his lifetime and collected many artifacts and participated in digs every year for a long while. He was the patron of Howard Carter, archeologist and being in the home with these two men, the earl’s daughter, Lady Evelyn, called Eve by the family, became fascinated with Egypt as well. She was very interested in the female pharaoh, Hatshepsut and dreamed of finding her tomb and uncovering why almost all of the history of this pharaoh had been wiped out.

Hatshepsut herself was a strong woman ahead of her time. Born the daughter of Thutmose I, she was the God’s Wife of Amun. When her father died, she married his heir and her half-brother, Thutmose II and ruled with him as queen. When he died in his turn, she was regent for his infant heir, Thutmose III. Eventually, she ruled with him. She dressed as a male pharaoh and became a pharaoh herself in this co-ruling era. When Thutmose III’s son became pharaoh in his own turn, Amenhotep II tried to erase Hatshepsut from history by destroying her monuments and statues. He ascribed the trade routes, buildings, and other advances she made in her reign to other pharaohs.

The novelization of these two true historical figures is very well done and humanizes the female pharaoh in a wonderful way. I admit I didn’t know much about her, if anything, but I found myself fascinated by her as written in this book.

Both women faced obstacles as females in their worlds and each were strong and fought for what they wanted even when they had to disguise their strong spines behind a gentle exterior.

This was a great set of two stories showing how women in history were able to find fulfillment despite the odds against a woman in their respective time periods.

A bit of romance was sprinkled in for the Lady Eve as well as Queen Hatshepsut.

This is a great book with a lot of interesting history along with compelling stories. It moves well and isn’t dry or tedious as one might expect with the dry, dusty setting of Egypt for a lot of the book. Two enthralling stories in one with a tie to each other, not only in the history of Egypt, but in obstacles women have faced in history with finding their place in the world against strong odds.

Five stars.

Aug19

The Glass Eel by J. J. Viertel

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I received a copy of the ARC of this book from the publisher, The Mysterious Press in exchange for an unbiased review on behalf of Rosie’s Review Team. I thank the publisher and Wunderkind PR firm for this opportunity. It comes out in September and you should have it on your list to read, for sure.

The book was quite enjoyable and even educational. I didn’t know one thing about eel migration and spawning nor did I know about how they are harvested or transported for sale. The father/Son writing team clearly are well-acquainted with the process as well as the state of Maine.

But don’t think this is some boring tale about fisheries and eels. It’s a downright interesting mystery and thriller of a novel.

There are a few chapters from the point of view of sea creatures which add to the atmosphere of the story. It’s not like they’re anthropomorphic, but more like we, the readers, are included in the biosphere of the ocean and currents and how they interact with sea life. I thought it was a pretty cool concept that added richness to the story.

Jeanette, the main protagonist, is a woman with strength and conviction. She’s brave to the point of irrationality in some places, but I never felt like she was “too stupid to live” like sometimes happens in novels. She was sensible and bright and one steady-nerved person. She didn’t hesitate to move into danger when she needed to be strong and unafraid.

The other characters in the story who were her friends and close comrades were all well-written and fully realized. I liked all of them and they each added an important element to the story telling. It’s always a good read when the protagonist’s allies are also people the reader can root for and like. This reader is very much someone who needs to care about the characters to full enjoy a story. This writing team delivers that and more.

The bad guys were also well developed and each were a different brand of evil. None were caricatures which is always a good thing.

The story is intriguing and very nicely plotted and laid out.

Environmental issues play a part as well as the treatment of indigenous people in the state historically, as well as in the modern era. The authors didn’t bang the reader over the head with any of those things, though. They seamlessly wove those issues into the tale.

The action was fast and the suspects many and varied.

I truly enjoyed this book and hope to see more from these writers. It was a quick read. Filled with action, great plot points and a satisfying ending.

Five stars

BLURB:

In this gripping debut thriller, struggling divorcée Jeanette King becomes embroiled in a criminal ring when she discovers her ex-husband’s cache of baby eels.

Caterpillar Island is off the central coast of Maine―beloved vacationland of lobster bakes and quaint fried clam shacks, kayaking and country houses. At night, though, by the light of a headlamp, the island is alive with cash, guns, and poachers. Oxy addicts, struggling retirees, and unemployable deadbeats dip their nets in the creeks to catch elvers―two-inch-long baby eels that fetch $2000 a pound on the international black market.

Into this dark and dangerous world falls Jeanette King, who has, up to this moment, been earning her meager living mainly by picking and packaging peekytoe crab meat for shipment to New York and Boston. As Jeanette gets drawn into a fast-moving story of risk and violent consequences, she enlists the aid of a local policeman and an Indigenous activist. Together they try to set things right for the people and the planet. But the deeper they dig, the more dangerous things get. An ensuing procession of colorful locals, corrupt state politicians, and treacherous outsiders weaves a tale that reveals the underbelly of a deadly business.

Aug12

The Plot Twist by Eleanor Goymer, a Review

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Allie is a romance writer with writer’s block and a book due imminently.

Martin is a famous writer of murder mysteries who hasn’t had a new book out in so many years that he calls himself a former writer.

They share a publishing house and meet in an alley at the publisher’s summer party where both are avoiding certain people at the party. Also on that alley is an attractive young man who Allie had a conversation earlier when he was passing out hors d’oeuvres.

Both Allie and Martin are in a bind. They’re required to honor their contracts or return their advances. Allie still has hers but she doesn’t want to part with it. Martin has loaned his to his daughter and he’s positive she’s spent it all. And his wife has no idea.

Each of the writers are called in to the office of the publisher to see the new guy running the place. The man with no soul. After their meetings, separately, they both head to the cafe across the street to lick their wounds. Recognizing each other from that alley encounter, they sit together to commiserate.

The conversation turns to Allie’s boyfriend who broke up with her the night of the summer party. She’s not upset as they’d drifted apart, but she did fantasize about him being the victim of a serial killer. Martin talks about needing advice from a romance writer on how to reignite the passion in his marriage.

Martin tells her she should write a murder mystery with her idea about the serial killer, but her contract is for a romance, so she tells him he can have her plot if he helps her with her writer’s block by sharing the story of how he and his wife met as well as the romantic gestures he creates in his quest to win back his wife.

The story jumps off from there with many situations that cause the reader to cheer for both of the writers as well as laugh at some of the situations Allie finds herself in.

Allie is an absolutely charming character who steps into interesting scenarios as she flirts with and sort of dates the handsome man who was also in the alley that night. She also continues to try to work through her writer’s block and finds herself telling many fibs to her editor in the process.

Martin’s journey feels a little easier but he’s not the main protagonist so that was fine with this reader.  He’s a likable character as well. There is a twist in the tale that leads to more angst for Allie.

This was a fun book and a pretty quick read. It was left in my little free library on a Friday and I finished it that weekend. I’m not one to read a lot of romance as there are certain aspects of some of them I don’t enjoy, but this was witty, charming, and somewhat unique. I recommend it.

BLURB:

This love story is a work in progress…

When romcom author Allie Edwards crosses paths with bestselling crime novelist – aka publishing dinosaur – Martin Clark at a party, they discover they both have crippling writer’s block, overdue manuscripts and precisely zero words to show to their respective editors.

With deadlines looming, Allie and Martin decide to switch plots and tell each other’s stories. In the writing process, Allie not only gains a father-figure in Martin, but also meets gorgeous events caterer Will, the answer to the leading man-shaped hole in her life and her lack of spicy material.

Caught between love and her career, what could possibly go wrong?

Jul30

Wild Instinct by T. Jefferson Parker

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Thank you to Minotaur Books and NetGalley for the opportunity to read this wonderful novel set in California. A modern-day novel with some historical factors blended into the tale.

Lew Gale is a detective in Orange County, California.  He is also part of the indigenous Acjacheme tribe. He is sent to investigate the killing of a man by a lion. What he finds is anything but a simple man vs. wild animal scenario. In addition, the victim is a prominent citizen of the county.

Things get convoluted and the trail leads Lew and his new partner in many directions, keeping the reader engaged in the mystery and the action. The new partner wasn’t someone I really could get behind based on her spying on her child and other things the character had going on in her life.

There are flashbacks to Acjacheme tribe lore which was a fascinating part of the book. Clearly, the author did a lot of research into the tribe. I had not heard of this particular tribe before picking up this book and enjoyed learning about them.

Many social issues come into play in this story, like Lew’s PTSD from his time in the military, tribal rights, the historical treatment of indigenous peoples by the church, and greed of corporations and the people who run them.

Even with the social issues raised in the story, there is no feeling of lecturing by the author. It is all seamlessly interwoven into the mystery and action. The story may have bogged down in some places, but it was still an enjoyable read.

A really good read for the fan of the genre. The reader is also educated about many things without feeling as if they are in a classroom.

Four stars

BLURB:

The hunt for the truth is the deadliest game.

Former Marine sniper Lew Gale, now a detective with the Orange County California Sheriff’s Department, is assigned to track and shoot a mountain lion that has killed a man in the rugged country east of Laguna Beach, California. The victim is Bennet Tarlow, a rich developer and man-about-town in upscale coastal Orange County.

The investigation takes a chilling turn when Lew and his new partner, Daniela Mendez, discover that Bennet was dead long before the lion got to him. And while he might have been the first to die, he certainly will not be the last.

Jul22

Measured Deception by Richard E. Kalk and T. Ann Pryor

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Thank you to the author and publisher for the opportunity to review this book for Rosie’s Review Team.

This is a story set in the 1980s mostly in Los Angeles. The two main protagonists are LAPD Detective Nick Blaine and his partner, Phillips.

Faced with solving the crime of the murder of a young man who seemed to be loved by everyone, they’re led on a quest through the gay community of Los Angeles looking for any possible motive.  Blaine pretty quickly settles on a suspect or two, but kept an open mind for a while.

Blaine eventually enters into quite a cat and mouse game with the suspect he eventually settles on. The case takes him and his partner from Los Angeles to Chicago and even to Louisiana and Mississippi.

The story was interesting and held my attention. A couple of misused words threw me out of the story a few times, such as throws for throes and taught for taut.

Other than these small nits to pick, the story held up well and I liked the tenacity of the detectives in not letting the case grow cold as it so easily could have. They persevered and worked to find proof that their suspect was the right one.

It seems this will be a series (or it may already have earlier books) and I’m sure I’ll pick up the next one as well. An enjoyable, easy read.

Four stars

BLURB:

From the real life experiences of an award winning LAPD detective comes the riveting novel Measured Deception.

Justice doesn’t always come to those who seek it. Sometimes, in this world, justice is denied…

After twenty soul bending years as a detective with the LAPD, Sergeant Nick Blaine thought he knew evil. That was until he came across the murder of Ainsley Brown, a charismatic young gay man trying to live unapologetically in 1980s Los Angeles. Popular on the social scene, Ainsley was beloved by all but one man. The man who loved him so much he would rather see Ainsley dead than with another. Yet, the murders don’t stop with Ainsley Brown. Before he’s able to catch his killer, Nick Blaine will find himself taken from the streets of L.A. to the bayou of Louisiana and back again, all while hot on the heels of a killer.

Having suffered heart-breaking loss, Blaine must not only solve the case, he must also figure out a way to find comfort and solace in a world determined to let his demon chase him. With every step Blaine and his faithful partner in crime, Detective Phillips, find themselves falling deeper into a cesspool of murder, drugs, and sex. Will they be able to stay afloat?

Jul11

Death Ride: The notorious 1940s kidnap and murder of a New Orleans police detective by August Palumbo

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I picked this one up as I’m acquainted with Gus Palumbo. He’s a former officer with both the New Orleans Police Department as well as a former agent of the ATF. His previous book, Assassin Hunter (a memoir of a particular case he was investigating and his life at that time) was a great book so I knew this one was a not to be missed book.

Meticulously researched, with the author’s personal conversations with the surviving detective as well as copies of evidence that survives, including photos of the people involved, this book tells the story of post World War II era New Orleans and a particularly heinous crime involving the death of a detective. The book also highlights the differences in criminal procedure and the courtroom that are vastly different from today.

For example, the two robbery division detectives on duty had worked a full night shift and were within an hour of the end of their shift. A report of a person stealing $450.00 and a gun from someone in a hotel came in and the new NOPD policy was that these calls had to be taken by the officers on duty at the time and could not be passed on to the next shift.

This was the Monday morning of Labor Day weekend. One detective only wanted to spend the day with his two young sons fishing. The other wanted to rest and spend time with his pregnant wife.

The trip to interview the person at the hotel who was robbed turned into a trip to Gulfport, Mississippi which was about two hours away with the lack of an interstate and the speed limits of those days.

The next difference from today to back then was the detectives took the victim with them to question and/or arrest the perpetrator.

Two detectives who’d been awake all night, guns, a victim, and a perpetrator all in the same sedan driving back to New Orleans through small towns and some swampy, barely populated areas was a recipe for disaster. And a disaster it turned out to be.

The story has quite a number of twists and turns and sometimes unfathomable actions on the part of the criminals.

A number of people acted heroically in various ways and the death toll could have been much higher had certain individuals not taken on those brave actions.

As a lawyer myself, I was especially intrigued by the quickness of the trial being set and heard. It was also a big shock to read that the court conducted a capital murder case in two days.  Two very long days.  One day, proceedings went on until eight pm. The second day, testimony went on from nine a.m. until after midnight. The jury went out at almost three a.m. and returned a verdict at five thirty a.m.  That is insane.  These days, everyone is so conciliatory to juries, and they’d never be made to stay in a courtroom that long. That would be an appealable issue for sure. A tired jury who wants to go home and go to bed is a sure-fire way to get a new trial these days, but not then.

Of course, in those days, juries were all male so that’s another difference and probably a good thing as one of the defendants had a following of women who seemed fascinated with him.  I have personally never understood that bad boy attraction, but we all know it happens.

Today, I think we’d categorize the one defendant as a sociopath and narcissist. He definitely loved the spotlight on himself as well as had zero remorse for any of his actions.

This book was intriguing and very readable. I felt sad for the surviving detective as he had to navigate the rest of his life with the realization of the mistakes that he and his partner mad, the death of his partner and his own harrowing escape as part of his burdens in life. I was happy to learn he had made a success of two careers after the horror of that time period in his life.

If you like true crime books, this one is excellent.

5 stars.