Never let a one-night stand come between you and your Fire Island share. Barry Adelman's Davis Park house gave the old truism new meaning: It was crammed with women who kept coming back for more. Except Nina Fischman. Barry wasn't her type - until he removed his mirrored sunglasses and unleashed his crystal gaze. Before she could think "Maybe," Barry was dead - and Nina was learning that even here, on Manhattan's sizzling summer outpost, romance could be murder. A world away from her beloved Upper West Side, Nina...
Never let a one-night stand come between you and your Fire Island share. Barry Adelman's Davis Park house gave the old truism new meaning: It was crammed with women who kept coming back for more. Except Nina Fischman. Barry wasn't her type - until he removed his mirrored sunglasses and unleashed his crystal gaze. Before she could think "Maybe," Barry was dead - and Nina was learning that even here, on Manhattan's sizzling summer outpost, romance could be murder. A world away from her beloved Upper West Side, Nina had reluctantly agreed to check out a Fire Island share with superlitigator Cheryl Schneiderman. Cheryl said Fire Island was the perfect place for Nina to forget her long-distance lover. The place to meet men. To Nina, however, it seems to be populated by women. Barry, the house organizer, has appropriated the single bay-front bedroom. His eight female and two male housemates double up, sardine style, below. Davis Park is Barry's oyster - until he's found dead. In bed. Poisoned. The mourners are many, and female. But the prime suspect is Jonathan Harris, Barry's oldest friend. Problem is Jonathan could be the man of Nina's - and her mother Ida's - dreams. And a good man is hard to find. As the survivors close ranks, Nina breaks out for some supersleuthing. It's an ungovernable urge, driving her straight into harm's way - close quarters indeed! Wicked, witty, and right on target, Marissa Piesman's latest is an irresistible read.
Bronx-reared, Jewish and female, Nina Fischman, a Legal Services for the Elderly attorney, imbues her latest adventure with lively wit and brash humor. Spending a week at a Fire Island summer share with Cheryl Schneiderman, a bossy Housing Court litigator with a Red Queen voice and a ``heliotropic tendency,'' sun-spurning Nina is quickly confronted with murder when house organizer and master seducer Barry Adleman is killed by a poisoned motion-sickness patch. Nina's new love interest, neurotic and vulnerable Jonathan Harris, becomes prime suspect: Barry, a friend since high school, had slept with his wife, played around with his money and lost his Mad magazines. Nina believes that Jonathan, a vulnerable and neurotic Upper East Sider who thinks Jewish women are good in bed and doesn't care about a woman's weight, is a great catch, and she tries to clear him by finding the real murderer. Suspects abound in a household of two envious men and seven spurned women. But it isn't the mystery that entertains as much as the author's iconoclastic humor and accurate take on pushing-40 single New Yorkers. Coauthor of The Yuppie Handbook , Piesman ( Heading Uptown ) punctuates her narrative with the right zip codes and brand names. (Aug.)
Humorous New York attorney Nina Fischman makes her fourth series appearance on Fire Island, where she shares a house with friend Cheryl and others. She becomes suspect when the lothario of the house is murdered, but police favor another man, the new object of Nina's affections.
Piesman's latest Nina Fischman story is charming, hilarious, and well plotted. Native New Yorker Nina is no Jewish American Princess, but she's a typically neurotic 40-year-old when it comes to dimpled thighs, biological clocks, and meaningful relationships. Sharing a house on Fire Island with her pal Cheryl and nine other romance-hungry New Yorkers seems like one way to forget her troubles, but when one of the occupants, a lounge-lizard lothario named Barry Adelman, is found dead in his bed, the summer fun comes to a screeching halt. Nina has never been afraid of a little amateur detecting, and her tenacity, street smarts, and understanding of human nature put her right on the killer's trail--except, for a slight detour when she becomes involved with Barry's friend Jonathan. Trouble is, Jonathan, along with everyone else in the house, could be a suspect. "Oy vey", as Nina would say. What's a girl to do except uncover the truth and hope her latest love is innocent? Entertaining, funny, full of warm fuzzies--and a few cold chills--this one will play in or out of New York.