After trying to read a couple bad books, trying new authors
who wrote books I couldn’t finish, I escaped to a sure thing, an Alex Delaware
novel by Jonathan Kellerman. This was a good choice, the latest in the series,
just released in March 2012. It was the usual cast of characters, crime
psychologist Alex, his live-in girlfriend Robin, and detective Milo. Kellerman
didn’t waste time on character development of these people who are already
well-known. Rather, he jumped in with a grisly murder of Vita Berlin whose neck
had been twisted an angle “not compatible with life.” She had also been
dissected. She was one of those antagonistic bitches that pissed off everyone
she came in contact with. Unable to make any headway with the case, a second
dissected body was found, Marlon Quigg, a kind a well-loved man, who seemed to
have nothing in common with Berlin except the method of execution. As the story
unfolds and Kellerman leads us through the detective process, more murders
occur. The story takes us through various mental health facilities in Los
Angeles, and even to now closed massive state facilities that were functioning
when I was doing psychiatric training at UCLA in the 70s. He touches on the
unsavory world of the insurance-for-profit industry and pseudo-professionals
who are able to dupe nearly everyone. It was a good story, disturbing in
several ways, but a very good escape.
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