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The last thing Mr. Bishop needs is another book review, especially since his books are reviewed by outfits such as the Chicago Tribune. And especially since book reviews ought to be reserved for new books, and not seven-year-old ones. And especially since I'm nowhere near qualified for reviewing Mr. Bishop's books.
But so what, eh? Never mind the "especiallys". Paul Bishop is now bish8 and visits lit.org, and I've been windchime for awhile and so, why don't I just review "Chalk Whispers" for us? As a lit.org thing...
It's crime fiction, and you read it on the train to work, so chapters are short and characters come in early, are named, identified, differentiated, nicknamed, anecdoted, all seamlessly within the unfolding of plot and subplot. The reader need make no effort to keep in mind what these characters are all up to, as they are never less than intimate with story. I do have to say that I found there to be a rather long "Luther Flynn-less" stretch in the book, but I didn't really miss the presence of this character that much, in that particular time frame. There's chases on foot, in cars, a helicopter. There's "jump-the-bones" kind of sex, which fits nicely with the rapid pace of a crime novel.
And there's funny!!! Get this: "Shoot the asshole"..."What good will shooting his asshole do? There's already a hole there."
First one of you to PM me with your mailing address gets the paperback! You're gonna love it, I promise!
Mr. Bishop, I promise I won't do this again, even if I read all your books. "Tequila Mockingbird" is next, and I got it in hardcover, so I won't be giving it away... And I very much look forward to reading your latest, when it's out.
(And Lena, if you're reading this, there will never be enough thanks to you for inviting Paul Bishop here!)
Lucie
------ Of all known institutions, I attend only two: church, in my heart, and school, in yours. Both are subject to demolition. - Lucie Adams, 2007
It is only for poetry to know how many stanzas fit into one caress. - Lucie Adams, 2008
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