Grafton has been working her way through the alphabet with her series of private detective novels, and I’m happy to say, I’m still enjoying them as much now as I did back when I picked up A is for Alibi a few years ago.
What I really love about the little universe that Grafton has created is that its stuck in a bit of a time warp. While Grafton has been writing about Kinsey for over 30 years, only about 5 years have passed in the fictional town of Santa Teresa, CA. Its still the mid-1980s. No cellphones. No internet. Private detectives have to actually, PHYSICALLY do work to solve their cases. They use microfiche at the library and make calls on payphones. They leave messages on answering machine tapes and pound the pavement to find potential witnesses to talk to.
And I love that Kinsey is such a pain in the ass. She’s such a curmudgeon, and I love her for it. She hates to get dressed up (her single black dress has made an appearance in every single novel), she doesn’t like to cook (unless its peanut butter and pickle sandwiches), she has very few friends that aren’t in their 80s (like the lovely Henry and his family), she has issues with men (three boyfriends over the years, and all three shockingly are around this time), and she has MAJOR problems with family. She’s prickly and very set in her ways, but I’m glad she never changes.
This time around, Kinsey has to solve a mystery regarding a homeless man found dead with her name and number in his pocket. Who is he and why was he trying to contact her? Honestly, it doesn’t matter. I really just enjoy visiting Kinsey’s world every few years and seeing what’s going on with her.
Looking forward to finding out what X stands for…
3 1/2 stars.
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