They don’t write thrillers like this anymore!
And that’s a good thing.
Well, maybe they do still write thrillers like this, but at least I tend not to read them.
Don’t get me wrong, I did not hate this book. It is just very dated, and although it did remind me in parts of Cagney and Lacey, which is a very good thing, it just wasn’t Cagney and Lacey.
The police, led by a NY Italian (who struggling with his divorce) and his sidekick (who is struggling with her attraction to her colleague, just didn’t do anything for me.
The mystery is kinda meh, and the main interest in this book for me was to read the crazed out monologues of the killer.
Seriously, I love the idea of reading this kind of book but there is just not much there in way of story of characters to justify the effort.
There are some funny parts, but they are really only funny because they are so dated.