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Posted December 25, 2003
... perhaps a more apt title for this most recent in the DCI Lynley (mostly wisely offstage in this wordy embarrassment), Simon St. James, et al series. It required sheer willpower to read to the spectacularly unbelievable climax. Where is the real Ms. George? We want her back! While Ms. George is known for creating a very authentic sense of place and personality, A Place of Hiding's overly long, excruciatingly detailed descriptions of everything from Guernsey's warren of roads and lanes, to the excessive internal dialog of the all-too-many many red herrings detract from the plot -- a case of not being able to see the forest in following the author as she roots for literary truffles at the base of each and every tree... Most of Ms. George's readers are aware that while being an American (from Huntington Beach, CA), she does extensive research from her second home-base in London, and adopts a British writing style for this series. However, she may be taking things a bit too far drawing her American characters with a very British pen -- for all Ms. George's attempts to flesh them out, China and Cherokee (only-in-California names!) remain caricatures -- one-dimensional, far too given to dated West Coast slang, and just plain unbelievable, as are the motives and behavior attributed to them. And Simon and Deborah -- how much more fraught can this relationship get? I fear that many former fans are beyond caring...Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 17, 2003
Not the old 'E.G.' we knew and loved, no.
A Place of Hiding by Elizabeth George. One Star. Elizabeth George still does some things very well. She knows how to provide emotional support for young female victims: 'Right now you want to grieve. The strength of your grieving marks the strength of your love. And letting grief go when the time comes to do it honors that love.' She knows how to tell a boy's story and to tug on the heart strings: 'Ol Fielder squatted. So did the vet. Paul reached out and stayed the doctor's hand. 'I've got the money.' he said to Mr. Knight so clearly, he might have been speaking the first words ever spoken between two people. 'I don't care what it costs me. Save my dog.' But golly this detective novel is a test of endurance. The first eighteen chapters are as boring as any eighteen chapters of any detective novel you are likely to read. The heroine is as self pitying as an-unhappy-but-well-off-woman can be when she is not adored by an audience for her vocation and her being. No, thankfully Deborah wasn't this in Ms. George's previous novels. The hero used to be in charge of his life. In this novel he can be out run, out fought, and out smarted or made to look ineffectual to himself by the heroine whenever she chooses. The killer is murdered early on. Who dunit? The novel is written like a soap. Every 4-8 pages the scene shifts. Perfect spot for commercials. Each character has an agenda. Anyone could have dunit but who did and did the murder have anything much to do with anything significant about the murdered man? Considering the current novel and her previous work, a book of short stories entitled 'I, Richard' it is my opinion that fans of Ms. George can no longer expect Ms. George to produce a great read or even a very good one.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 1, 2011
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