What Beth said! I love & seek out series mysteries about American women sleuths. I walked away from Sara Perestky for the same reasons as Beth, same reasons as Deb from Martha Grimes, and similar reasons from Patricia Coldwell. The books & characters I love the most are the ones that successfully carry forward normal things - like, the characters have friends. My favorites are Dana Stabenow & Karen Kijewski, though KK seems to have dropped off the planet. Both of them did something that seems to be a female character cliche, killed off the immensely likable boyfriend that we had become invested in succeeding in a relationship with the main character which still pisses me off. But Dana S. seems to have taken it and made it into a viable new beginning, after several books with appropriate mourning and trauma, which I like/respect.
Then there's Sue Grafton/Kinsey Mulhone, which I'll probably follow through to Z, and I guess she's just in her own category. I like them but the characters are not as consistent as DS's or even KK's.
I like the Janet Evanovich books (One for the money, etc.) The characters crack me up. Not stellar writing or anything, but good airplane reading.
Java have you read Laura Lippman. Not as many books as some of those others, but I really like her and my friend swears that her new stand-alone novel is great.
Because if there's something in there that keeps you buying her books? There's a reason for her to keep writing them, and she's filling a need.
No, it's more what you said in your second posting: I keep thinking "Surely they can't be THAT bad." And then I get to page 20 or so and think "Yes, yes they can."
Has anyone bothered to read Hamilton's latest Anita, (I think it's Cerulean Sins)? I'm assuming it's more of the same porn BS, but I'm willing to give it a shot (in paperback) if someone can give me the tiniest hope of at least a hint of a plot.
I think CS had no plot at all. It had a tiny hint of a plot around Chapter 1, and then nothing happened until the last chapter, when the client basically gave up because clearly Anita was too busy with the ardeur and the fashion and the ardeur to do any actual, you know, work.
I have read Byatt's Possession. Brain broke. No workee.
Damn it, why don't more people write real letters?!?
Edited because apparently brain is more broke than I thought.
Many, many years ago, I was involved with a guy stationed in Turkey. We wrote many longs letters to each other. It's hard work! And we certainly weren't trying to be literary or deep or profound.
No, it's more what you said in your second posting: I keep thinking "Surely they can't be THAT bad." And then I get to page 20 or so and think "Yes, yes they can."
Oh, dear. Well, then - bad enabler of terrible fiction! No cookie!
CS made the Buffista rounds and is the only LKH I have read. I might read more, I might not. And I can be a really easy audience...I love Kinsey Millhone and thought "O is For Outlaw" was the shit. As a novel, not "just" as a mystery although that is totally not a just. But, it seems like Grafton pulled back from the emotionality in that one, and I wish she hadn't. P and Q were not as good.
