Verano negro

La obra ofrece una estructura ágil, con capítulos cortos que atrapan al lector y lo invitan a sumergirse en la trama sin pausas. Washington Poe, sigue siendo un protagonista muy bueno. El personaje del psicópata, que parece estar diseñado a la perfección para inquietar, resulta absolutamente perturbador, cumpliendo con los elementos de un thriller psicológico intenso. Sin embargo, un aspecto que podría haber enriquecido aún más la narrativa es una mayor participación de Tilly Bradshaw, un personaje con potencial para profundizar y añadir complejidad a la historia.

La ambientación es uno de los puntos fuertes de la novela. La naturaleza agreste de Cumbria, con la tormenta que amenaza en el horizonte, crea una atmósfera densa y casi cinematográfica, que resuena con la intensidad del relato. Este escenario no solo contribuye al suspenso, sino que parece el marco ideal para una adaptación audiovisual: la tormenta y el paisaje se presentan como el telón de fondo perfecto para una película o serie de televisión.

Have you ever asked yourself the question, “What if Gordon Ramsay was a murderer?”



No?



...Just me then?


Well, you'll probably enjoy this anyway. M.W. Craven is very quickly becoming my favorite crime fiction writer.

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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The door behind her opened and the huge frame of Edward van Zyl, Director of Intelligence, National Crime Agency, filled the space next to Flynn. His expression was as grim as a cancer diagnosis.

‘We have a problem, Poe,' he said.

Why am I not surprised? he thought. It's the soundtrack to my life. . .

How on earth did you describe Jared Keaton to someone who didn't know him?

Charming. Charismatic. Highly intelligent. A genius chef. No conscience whatsoever. The most dangerous man Poe had ever met. He'd taken an instant dislike to him. He was too superficial, too well groomed, too polished. He'd reminded Poe of a fake Irish pub. Pretty, but of no real substance.

Bradshaw had spent most of her working life, and a large part of her childhood, in academia undertaking research in mathematics. As brilliant as she was, until she'd joined the National Crime Agency there'd never been any need to learn the social skills that everyone else took for granted, the skills everyone began learning in the schoolyard.

And, as maths was a binary science with little room for selective interpretation, she had never grasped how to express an argument. Maths didn't have subtlety. It didn't need discretion and it didn't need empathy. It was either right or wrong. Maths told the truth and therefore so did she. It would never occur to her to do anything else.

The Puppet Show

Black Summer

Poe pushed open the door and stepped inside. His nose went into shock. The Dog smelled worse than a toilet. He didn't want to know what the actual toilets smelled like. The air was hot and smoky and perfumed with the cloying scent of cannabis. The windows and ceiling were stained yellow with nicotine. Fat bluebottles feasted on something wet and organic on the worn, frayed carpet. Poe's money was on blood. Probably from the bare-chested man using his own T-shirt to stem the flow coming from what looked like a recent head wound. Despite his injury, he continued to drink and chat with the man sitting next to him.

It was that kind of place.

The Puppet Show

Black Summer

The Curator

Black Summer