A few milestones before I forget them(again):
-I have archived 1,010,962 words at the Pit of Voles.
-Bloggy turned four on May 4th. I can't believe I forgot.~pats Bloggy, gives him slightly stale cake~
I read Deluge, the CSI:NY novel, and I can only surmise that Kaminsky's editor marched into his office, dropped trou, and took a steaming shit on his desk to illustrate what he'd been doing for two novels, because Deluge is a vast improvement over the first two offerings. So much so that I found myself wondering if they'd tagged a ghost writer.
But no. Kaminsky's hallmark Judaism fetish is sill in evidence, though much less obtrusively than in Dead of Winter, when he steamrolled Flack's established canon in favor of his OC-Stu Noel Weiss, who took the place of Gavin Moran and died a heroic death saving Flack's life his rookie year. Whatever. I still don't buy that Flack is an expert in all things Jewish.
When he's not spurting over OMG Judaism!!!, Kaminsky gives the readers a decent story and devotes a lot of attention to S2 continuity. Flack is in pain throughout-not crippled by any means, but not running merrily through rain-slick streets, either. At one point, he refuses to sit down because he 's afraid he won't be able to get up, and he doesn't want to wince in front of suspects. He also refuses to take his pain meds unless he has to.
Most of the story is divided between Mac and Flack and Stella and Hawkes, but Danny and Lindsay have a case, too, and he is clearly setting up for inclusion of the SS Dindsay. However, the pair function on a strictly collegial level here, and it's a believable, fun dynamic.
( Major SPOILERS--Read at Your Own Risk )
Overall, Deluge is superior in style, technique, and pacing to the previous NY novels, and Kaminsky had the decency to apply continuity from S2; I can't say it's a must-buy at $8.00 for 300 pages, but if you find it in the library or bargain rack, give it a read.
B. Given that my previous grades were Fs, this is a giant step forward for NY tie-ins.
-I have archived 1,010,962 words at the Pit of Voles.
-Bloggy turned four on May 4th. I can't believe I forgot.~pats Bloggy, gives him slightly stale cake~
I read Deluge, the CSI:NY novel, and I can only surmise that Kaminsky's editor marched into his office, dropped trou, and took a steaming shit on his desk to illustrate what he'd been doing for two novels, because Deluge is a vast improvement over the first two offerings. So much so that I found myself wondering if they'd tagged a ghost writer.
But no. Kaminsky's hallmark Judaism fetish is sill in evidence, though much less obtrusively than in Dead of Winter, when he steamrolled Flack's established canon in favor of his OC-Stu Noel Weiss, who took the place of Gavin Moran and died a heroic death saving Flack's life his rookie year. Whatever. I still don't buy that Flack is an expert in all things Jewish.
When he's not spurting over OMG Judaism!!!, Kaminsky gives the readers a decent story and devotes a lot of attention to S2 continuity. Flack is in pain throughout-not crippled by any means, but not running merrily through rain-slick streets, either. At one point, he refuses to sit down because he 's afraid he won't be able to get up, and he doesn't want to wince in front of suspects. He also refuses to take his pain meds unless he has to.
Most of the story is divided between Mac and Flack and Stella and Hawkes, but Danny and Lindsay have a case, too, and he is clearly setting up for inclusion of the SS Dindsay. However, the pair function on a strictly collegial level here, and it's a believable, fun dynamic.
( Major SPOILERS--Read at Your Own Risk )
Overall, Deluge is superior in style, technique, and pacing to the previous NY novels, and Kaminsky had the decency to apply continuity from S2; I can't say it's a must-buy at $8.00 for 300 pages, but if you find it in the library or bargain rack, give it a read.
B. Given that my previous grades were Fs, this is a giant step forward for NY tie-ins.