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Jove (1997), Mass Market Paperback, 400 pages
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Fiction. Mystery. Suspense. Thriller. HTML:NYPD sergeant Kathleen Mallory, a wild child turned policewoman, possessed of a ferocious intelligence and a unique inner compass of right and wrong, is about to be sorely tested. Killing Critics begins with a discreet murder - the almost unnoticed death of a hack artist at a gallery opening - but quickly connects with a much more brutal crime - a twelve-year-old double homicide and dismemberment originally investigated by Mallory's now deceased adoptive father, Louis Markowitz. A quick confession ended that case, but as Mallory probes into the new murder, the ghosts of the old will not be still. She finds herself traveling in an intricately connected world of envy, greed, and lethal passions: a place where no relationship is what it seems, and the secrets, very deep and very dark indeed, strike closer and closer to home. By the end, she will come to know the truth - but the truth may be the most dangerous illusion of all.… (more)
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LibraryThing member Darrol
Herky, Jerky narrative style. Very strange characters. But for a change, I did not care that I did not care who did it.
LibraryThing member Joycepa
3rd in the Mallory series.
The first Mallory novel I read, Dead Famous, is the 7th in the series. I liked that book overall, thinking that the plotting and writing was very good. What bothered me, though, was the ending, and the characterization of Mallory herself. I have no trouble with a sociopath
Granted that this is an earlier book, and one can assume that O’Connell learned as she went along. And I know that my problem is that this is an earlier book. But what I disliked about Dead Famous is here in spades in this book—too much omniscience on Mallory’s part and too much telling me on the author’s part that Mallory is a sociopath without actually showing me that this is so. Mallory is rude and inconsiderate, but only the author, by putting into the thoughts of other characters, says that she’s a sociopath. As a matter of fact, some of her behavior is in direct opposition to that characterization.
The characters don’t seem real, somehow. O’Connell is not among those who can write mystery or police procedural and have solid, believable characters as protagonists. Her main ones seem too one-dimensional. Yet she has fascinating criminals and minor players. Really odd.
The writing is good, but the tendency to get jumpy towards the end is quite noticeable. It’s as if O’Connell really doesn’t know how to wrap things up.
This book is good but not all that conducive to reading on in the series.
The first Mallory novel I read, Dead Famous, is the 7th in the series. I liked that book overall, thinking that the plotting and writing was very good. What bothered me, though, was the ending, and the characterization of Mallory herself. I have no trouble with a sociopath
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working for the NY Police Department. I do have trouble with improbability and omniscience in a plot and character. Mallory to me was not quite believable.Granted that this is an earlier book, and one can assume that O’Connell learned as she went along. And I know that my problem is that this is an earlier book. But what I disliked about Dead Famous is here in spades in this book—too much omniscience on Mallory’s part and too much telling me on the author’s part that Mallory is a sociopath without actually showing me that this is so. Mallory is rude and inconsiderate, but only the author, by putting into the thoughts of other characters, says that she’s a sociopath. As a matter of fact, some of her behavior is in direct opposition to that characterization.
The characters don’t seem real, somehow. O’Connell is not among those who can write mystery or police procedural and have solid, believable characters as protagonists. Her main ones seem too one-dimensional. Yet she has fascinating criminals and minor players. Really odd.
The writing is good, but the tendency to get jumpy towards the end is quite noticeable. It’s as if O’Connell really doesn’t know how to wrap things up.
This book is good but not all that conducive to reading on in the series.
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LibraryThing member Bookmarque
Many years have gone by since someone first recommended the Kathy Mallory series to me and I’ve finally read one. The ‘will you like it’ predictor on LibraryThing also thought I would. Granted, it was not the first in the series and I usually start at the beginning, but I’m not impressed
First of all there’s the problem of Mallory herself. No, let me switch to calling her Kathy because she seems to hate it so. I loved it when she would correct people and they’d go on calling her Kathy. She exposed her buttons so easily that I wouldn’t have been able to help pressing them either. For a person who’s supposed to have no emotions, she sure shows a lot of them; anger, frustration, hostility, pride, malicious glee. They all add up to a person who is not in the least likable, so once again the author has to make her so stunningly beautiful that men become her devoted slaves no matter how many times she attacks them, sets them up and screws them over.
This is pretty much all she does during the whole novel. Her police work is sloppy at best, non-existent at worst. Every new development is some brilliant leap or intuition and really shows up the author’s lack of procedural or detection knowledge. And of course Kathy’s an expert in everything, never loses an argument or a fight and stays thin to the point of emaciation and has incredible physical prowess despite never exercising.
Another thing the author seems to be clueless about is sociopathy. She must have heard about it somewhere in passing and thought how cool it would be to have a character who was a sociopath. All well and good. Then she made her a cop. A cop. Really. Exactly why would a soulless, emotionless, conscienceless person become a cop? How exactly would a person with no conscience function successfully as a law-enforcement official? Come to think of it, this shows how little the author knows about cops, too. There are so many better, more immediate ways of positioning oneself in society to both serve one’s ends and be in a position to manipulate and deceive. Being a cop is too dangerous and requires one to know right from wrong. Sociopaths do not like to put themselves at risk and have no empathy with society’s moral fabric, both requirements of law enforcement.
Which brings me back to the emotions thing. People in the book who supposedly know her best describe her as not having any, or at least having a pool so shallow as to not endanger even an ant with drowning. But then she shows remorse over having hurt someone and performs an apology gesture wrapped in destruction and violence. She also lovingly cleans Riker’s filth-encrusted apartment and spares his hideous plastic Jesus nightlight. Oy vey. On what planet? This last act was reasonably selfless and provided no leverage or edge for her to use against Riker and so in the context of sociopathy, makes no sense.
Then there’s the awkward phrasing that is so frequent that I laughed out loud several times over it. Here’s an example; “he smashed the phone into his pocket”. Smashed? What the hell was in there already, a brick? Another gem; “his white-gloved hand was a bloody rag of ripped cloth and flesh”. Ew. Clunky and ew. The whole thing is littered with stuff like this. Took me right of the story which was unfortunate because it was an interesting one despite involving fawning idiots and abrasive fools. What a waste. Wait, there was one bright spot – when Kathy’s childhood home burned down. Yeah, that was it.
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and I doubt I will read another.First of all there’s the problem of Mallory herself. No, let me switch to calling her Kathy because she seems to hate it so. I loved it when she would correct people and they’d go on calling her Kathy. She exposed her buttons so easily that I wouldn’t have been able to help pressing them either. For a person who’s supposed to have no emotions, she sure shows a lot of them; anger, frustration, hostility, pride, malicious glee. They all add up to a person who is not in the least likable, so once again the author has to make her so stunningly beautiful that men become her devoted slaves no matter how many times she attacks them, sets them up and screws them over.
This is pretty much all she does during the whole novel. Her police work is sloppy at best, non-existent at worst. Every new development is some brilliant leap or intuition and really shows up the author’s lack of procedural or detection knowledge. And of course Kathy’s an expert in everything, never loses an argument or a fight and stays thin to the point of emaciation and has incredible physical prowess despite never exercising.
Another thing the author seems to be clueless about is sociopathy. She must have heard about it somewhere in passing and thought how cool it would be to have a character who was a sociopath. All well and good. Then she made her a cop. A cop. Really. Exactly why would a soulless, emotionless, conscienceless person become a cop? How exactly would a person with no conscience function successfully as a law-enforcement official? Come to think of it, this shows how little the author knows about cops, too. There are so many better, more immediate ways of positioning oneself in society to both serve one’s ends and be in a position to manipulate and deceive. Being a cop is too dangerous and requires one to know right from wrong. Sociopaths do not like to put themselves at risk and have no empathy with society’s moral fabric, both requirements of law enforcement.
Which brings me back to the emotions thing. People in the book who supposedly know her best describe her as not having any, or at least having a pool so shallow as to not endanger even an ant with drowning. But then she shows remorse over having hurt someone and performs an apology gesture wrapped in destruction and violence. She also lovingly cleans Riker’s filth-encrusted apartment and spares his hideous plastic Jesus nightlight. Oy vey. On what planet? This last act was reasonably selfless and provided no leverage or edge for her to use against Riker and so in the context of sociopathy, makes no sense.
Then there’s the awkward phrasing that is so frequent that I laughed out loud several times over it. Here’s an example; “he smashed the phone into his pocket”. Smashed? What the hell was in there already, a brick? Another gem; “his white-gloved hand was a bloody rag of ripped cloth and flesh”. Ew. Clunky and ew. The whole thing is littered with stuff like this. Took me right of the story which was unfortunate because it was an interesting one despite involving fawning idiots and abrasive fools. What a waste. Wait, there was one bright spot – when Kathy’s childhood home burned down. Yeah, that was it.
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LibraryThing member cmwilson101
This book is one of a series of books by Carol O'Connell about a beautiful, damaged, maverick, and almost sociopathic detective named Kathleen Mallory (who insists on being called simply "Mallory"), and the people that love her despite her flaws: Charles, an intelligent, rich, but ugly family
This story (the third in the series), has Mallory investigating a murder which has links to a case that her adoptive father, Lou, worked on years previously. Another interesting and touching story in the series. Carol O' Connell's writing is lyrical.
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friend; Lou, the cop that takes her in; and Riker, her adopted father's partner. The relationships that develop between these characters as they solve crimes together are the focus of the series. This story (the third in the series), has Mallory investigating a murder which has links to a case that her adoptive father, Lou, worked on years previously. Another interesting and touching story in the series. Carol O' Connell's writing is lyrical.
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LibraryThing member jastbrown
One of my favorite series. This is where O'Connell really shone, with a protagonist and characters who were both sympathetic and adversarial. I'm looking forward to going back and re-reading all of her Kathleen Mallory stories. They are exceptional.
LibraryThing member Coach_of_Alva
This was a good mystery which didn't leave much food for thought. I had trouble believing that a detective sergeant could run the C of D's out of office. I had trouble believing that a man could mutilate corpses in that fashion and remain rational and functional. But there were many pleasures,
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especially seeing how the charismatic Mallory's friends (enablers?) continued to function as her support system. Show Less
LibraryThing member danhammang
Carol O'Connell is hard to put down. The pleasure of the read is enhanced by Putnam's fine binding. Mallory is saved from being a completely unbelievable characters by the fine cast of those around her, brought to life and well developed with great nuance by O'Connell. Her plotting is also
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excellent. I wonder how many other people out there in this vast and diverse country share my experience in reading the Mallory novels, that of great enjoyment with just a bit of cringing about that classic NYC, well egocentric view as if from the very center of the country, if not the universe. Show Less
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Original publication date
1996
Physical description
400 p.; 6.6 inches
ISBN
0515120863 / 9780515120868