I recently discovered a new author I’d like to share with you.
I’m going to warn you up front that he write grisly murder mysteries, in fact, grislier than most. But the grisles are connected to the criminals, so it’s kind of OK.
I’m also going to warn you that he writes about a female policewoman, which is a well-warn genre.
All that being said, I have to say that J.A. Konrath is a breath of fresh air. I’ve been exercising a lot lately, and he’s made it possible to ensure hour upon hour of time on the treadmill.
The heroine of his books, Lt. Jack (Jaqueline) Daniels of the Chicago PD, is “is like every other hard-boiled fictional cop-obsessed with work, afraid to commit emotionally and overcaffeinated“. She also has the requisite overweight sidekick, occasional love interest, etc.
Before you say “Oh great, another Patricia Cornwell let’s clarify a few things.
Jack Daniels is “fashion conscious”, so you do have to endure a few brand mentions, but it’s not like Kay Scarpetta, who peppers every other sentence with useless and unlikely brand references (I remember one book where they tried to throw in brand references to scuba gear which she “just happened” to have in her trunk, which just came off….stupid).
The other thing is that the books are full of one-liners (some stupid), dry humor, and puns, which lends a bit of humanity to the stories.
Ok, yes, they’re all highly unlikely stories about (thank goodness) fictional serial killers of one sort of another, and their demise at the hands of a 40-something officer affectionately referred to as “Jack Daniels”. But, if you like that kind of stuff, they’re fun, and just shallow enough to read on a treadmill.
One final point: You need to read them in order. Otherwise they’re no fun.