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- Oct. 03, 1994: Books:Cops with Machisma
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Oct. 03, 1994 Blinksmanship
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 84
- Cops with Machisma
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- <body>
- <p> Three gritty tough-girl mysteries show how far female thriller
- writers have moved from old-fashioned teacup rattlers
- </p>
- <p>By John Skow
- </p>
- <p> Reading crime novels in mixed company, now that some of the
- toughest and raunchiest fictional cops, detectives and villains
- are women, has become a delicate exercise in sexual politics.
- We can imagine Spenser, Robert B. Parker's tough-guy hero, paging
- through a thriller one evening, log fire burning and six-pack
- of Sam Adams at the ready, when his girlfriend Susan Silverman
- senses trouble. She speaks: "You're looking all choked up and
- strange, Slugger." He explains sheepishly that he is reading
- a detective story. "Yes...?" "Well, so there's this wounded
- guy, and suddenly the detective whips off, um, her panty hose
- and makes a tourniquet to stop the bleeding." Spenser's consort,
- the reader supposes, suggests Agatha Christie and counseling.
- </p>
- <p> The truth is, however, that the era of "English cozies"--the
- ladylike, death-stalks-the-vicarage sort of teacup rattler that
- grannies used to write and read--is mostly over and widely
- unmourned. Nor is it necessary these days for women who want
- to write about the darkest crimes--P.D. James comes to mind--to confect not-quite-believable male investigators. It's
- not a surprise that among the grittiest of this season's crime
- novels are three written by and about women.
- </p>
- <p> The grimmest and most convincing is Patricia Cornwell's The
- Body Farm (Scribners; 387 pages; $23), the fifth adventure of
- Dr. Kay Scarpetta, a gifted forensic pathologist, which means,
- yes, a performer of autopsies. And a fast hand with panty hose;
- it's she who tends to the wounded fellow, who as it happens
- is her married lover.
- </p>
- <p> The title refers to a research unit where the decomposition
- of bodies is studied. Scarpetta uses its grisly expertise to
- track a serial killer whose latest victim is an 11-year-old
- girl. What she finds is chilling, unexpected and nearly fatal.
- The author uses the momentum that a good series develops: an
- evil presence from an earlier book lurks in the background,
- and Scarpetta's love affair foreshadows trouble in Book Six.
- In the messy present, a running squabble with a neurotic, self-absorbed
- sister is fine family comedy.
- </p>
- <p> A cleverly built foundation underlies Mallory's Oracle (Putnam;
- 286 pages; $21.95), by newcomer Carol O'Connell; the author
- relates that her flamboyant main character, a young cop named
- Kathleen Mallory, was a Manhattan street kid into her early
- teens. The experience left her a borderline sociopath, and since
- she is both gorgeous and unusually bright, she can cause a lot
- of trouble. Her beloved adoptive uncle, an old police lieutenant,
- is murdered as the novel begins. She undertakes a lone-wolf
- investigation, having been forbidden to do so, and wanders like
- a gun-packing Alice into a mirror world of characters as clever
- and without conscience as she. A coven of rich, carnivorous
- old ladies is both scammed upon and scamming, but can its doddering
- members really have anything to do with a series of ferocious
- murders? How much should Mallory trust the male character who
- seems to have been modeled on Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's smarter
- brother? O'Connell's fairy tale is wild-eyed nonsense and good
- fun.
- </p>
- <p> Perhaps this spark of crazy irresponsibility is what is missing
- from North of Montana (Knopf; 293 pages; $23), by another promising
- first novelist, April Smith. The problem may be that Ana Grey,
- the main character, is a female FBI agent, and an unshakeable
- convention of crime fiction is that the FBI is inept, dull and
- pompous. A subplot in which a sexist boss blocks Grey's promotion
- is believable, though it doesn't do much to enliven the bureau's
- reputation for white-shirt-blue-tie tedium. Cop novels can plod
- occasionally, but this one, set in Los Angeles (Montana is a
- street, not the state), moves along well enough, in deliberate
- fashion, to sort out the intricacies of a Hollywood star's abundant
- drug supply. And to uncover a family mystery: why Grey's grandfather,
- an old cop who is dying of cancer, is so evasive about the father
- she never knew.
- </p>
- <p> Smith is a solid, workmanlike writer, though her thriller has
- been hyped so relentlessly that readers who have encountered
- this blather storm will wonder whether somebody got titles mixed
- up at the printer's. A person-to-person endorsement would read
- something like, "This is pretty good; you might like it."
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