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Don't be put off by the review that states over and over - completely absurd plot. Having read/listened to 1000s of mysteries and thrillers over the years, and literally everything in the Florida genre, False Dawn is no more implausible than the others. It's a well written, light mystery novel that holds to the Florida book's element of wit. What mystery is realistic and not to an extent absurd? Is Serge A. Storms and Coleman a believable duo? And what about Carl Hiaasen's character Skink? Alex Delaware as a child shrink who the Police allow to grossly interfere in cases? Isn't that a bit absurd? Dave Robicheaux whose family is put in mortal peril each and every year? Either he'd have quit the job or his family would have packed up and left. And in the thriller department, Jack Reacher, the Grey Man or Quinn? The simple premise of Lawyer as crime fighting action detective is unlike any attorney I know in real life. These books are works of fiction. False Dawn stretches the limit of absurdity and plausibility no more than any other book, and if you like the character of Jake Lassiter it's as good a read as any.
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So I notice the review which says "completely absurd plot" about five hundred times. Very funny. Not. I have enjoyed the other Lassiter books. They are obviously not great literature, but there are often enough chuckles in them that i read them mainly for that. Humor is so rare in this bewildered world of ours. However, in this novel Paul overwrites so severely that I began rolling my eyes very early, and never stopped. I could pick an incident or two, but there are too many. All right, if you insist, just one. In a scene in a warehouse which stores some of the millions, if not billions of stolen Russian artifacts, Lassiter seemingly attempts to list every single one of the kinds and types of jewelry, baubles, Faberge eggs, paintings, sculptures, rings, brooches, watches, and doodads of no end. He literally goes on for pages and what seems like more pages of the specific genres, like rather than French painters, he gives us all of the names that his lengthy research dug up. This, like the book, goes on way too long. Likewise with the violent destructions of life inflicted by one character or another: again just one example, if you must. When Foley, the CIA guy, murders the Russian thief by shoving small pearls and other invaluable small treasures that have been stolen from the Hermitage to line the pockets of grand thieves. The items that get shoved into Kharchenko's oral cavity go on and on and on...I mean, really, how many of these do we need to hear about before we get the bleeping point? And the murder of Evalisa, the Finnish spy/thief, in a sauna: sounds clever but is so intricately overdone that it's almost boring. Her entrails come rolling out of her abdomen? Come on, Paul.
And the plot truly is utterly absurd. Even a great narrator like Luke Daniels, who does his usual wonderful job, cannot rescue the preposterous goings on herein. Whatever happened to "brevity is the soul of wit?" It got misplaced, I think. The party outfits, the opera attendees, the details of Yamagoochi"s (or whoever's) mansion, with its gargoyles and infinite arches and flowers of all types, and servants of every kind, blah blah blah. Tooooo MUUUCH! This may be the last time I read about Jake Lassiter. Don't bother using your valuable credit on this. Even the other preposterous Florida writers (although James Lee Burke is not a Florida writer) are usually worth listening to. Try one of those guys. Or girls.
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