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Miranda Sugarman was supposed to be in the Midwest, working as an eye doctor.nbsp; So how did she end up shot to death on the roof of one of New York City's seediest strip clubs? It's John Blake's job to find out - not just because he's a private investigator, but because ten years earlier, Miranda had been his lover. Now he has to uncover the truth about the missing decade, about Miranda's secret life as half of the strip club circuit's hottest act, and about the vicious underworld figure she worked for. But the closer John gets to the truth, the more dangerous his investigation becomes, until a shattering faceoff in an East Village tenement changes his life forever. Little Girl Lost is a stunning debut novel from a celebrated writer whose short stories have been selected for Best Mystery Stories of the Year and The Year's Best Horror Stories as well as short-listed for the Shamus Award by the Private Eye Writers of America.… (more)
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I enjoyed this book for that very reason. Not that I revel in stuff going bad and characters messing up themselves and others with abandon (I couldn't read Walter Moseley's Killing Johnny Fry, not because it's porn, which it is, but because the main character was so singularly bent on self-destruction). It's just that sometimes in life, s*** happens. And so it is with Blake.
Blake never had much ambition for himself, but as his career trajectory degraded from literature professor to junior private detective in a two-man outfit with a ground-floor Chelsea office, he found solace in knowing that his high-school girlfriend, Miranda, had gotten out of the city, gone to college and probably wound up with a nice career and 2.5 children. Imagine the abject shock to his universe when he opens the paper and sees her picture beside an article explaining that a stripper was murdered execution style on the roof of the club where she worked.
And so Blake chases down the rabbit hole, unearthing progressively more painful truths about the city, Miranda and himself.
Sounds like a joy to read doesn't it?
Well, it is. Part of what saves it is that it's probably only about 60,000 words long, and moves at a furious pace. Not a lot of time to dwell on death there. The other thing that saves it is that it's all so authentic. The crap that befalls Blake and Miranda is not there to screw them up as fodder for the plot (that's not the only reason). It's a harrowing lesson in expectations and how we adjust or ignore them to get by.
The surprise twist in the plot has been done in other mysteries and it's a great device, but it's not much of a shock here (everyone in my book club guessed it.)
All in all, I'd characterize this book as "workmanlike." All the right elements are there, they've just been done better by more experienced writers.
This book also features one of the few times I haven't been annoyed at figuring out the mystery before the detective does - he's got a good reason not to be thinking rationally about it, after all, and he doesn't know he's in a noir detective story.
John Blake works with Leo, a retired
I had an idea who the killer would end up being somewhat early on but I had felt like it was a little too predictable. Even through it turned out I was right, the way in which Aleas wraps everything up seemed plausible.
Another solid entry from the folks over at Hardcase Crime. I have some serious admiration for this publisher. If you're not already reading these books, you're doing yourself a disservice.
This book, Little Girl Lost, is a terrific pulpy adventure. John and Miranda were high school sweethearts. The night before graduation they finally went all the way. She was his first love. Miranda went off
to college, intending to start a pre-med program and eventually become an ophthalmologist.
John is now 29. He is a private eye,working out of a two- man outfit with an excop for a partner. John sees her high school yearbook photo in the newspaper. She's been found dead on the rooftop of a strip club with two hollow point bullets in her skull. John makes it his mission to bring her killer to justice.
The action never stops in this book as baby faced John bounces from strip clubs to drug lords trying to find the answers to who killed Miranda and how she ended up where she did ten years later. Along the way, he's beaten and charged with murder and consorts with all kinds of lowlife scum.
It doesn't matter if you can solve the mystery before the end. In this case, the journey is what's important.
I really liked this one. There was a personal element to it, so that might be why I liked this more than most “noir” mysteries that I’ve read. But also, I liked John and I liked one of the other characters who was helping him. It crossed my mind at one point (in part) what might have happened, but I had good reason to doubt that, so it only briefly floated through my mind. So, the end wasn’t a complete surprise, though it did have to be explained how that could even be (and it was explained). There is another book in the series, but only one more, so I’m not sure if there will be more or not, but I will definitely read the 2nd one.
I was pleasantly surprised by this book! I
"This was the accumulated stuff of a life, left out for any scavenger who saw something he liked and for the garbage trucks that would cart away the rest."