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|Written by Agnes Cadieux|
|Wednesday, 14 March 2012 00:00|
Cuban exiles, bordellos, and money gone missing. It's what you'll find within the pages of The Consummata. Begun in the late 60s by Mystery Writers of America Grand Master Mickey Spillane and finished after his death in 2006 by his friend Max Allan Collins (Road to Perdition), the novel is as hard-boiled as they get. Complete with a tongue-in-cheek main character and a handful of tough-as-nails acquaintances, it is a tale most mystery fans will enjoy. Spillane was best known for his Mike Hammer novels and, in 1967, decided to move away from that series to an all-new cast of characters.
We first met Morgan the Raider, an ex-military operative wrongfully framed for a $40 million heist, in The Delta Factor. Now he is back and running for his life but not before he detours to help a group of struggling Cuban exiles retrieve $75,000 stolen by one of their own. The money they lost isn't much, not much by Morgan's standards anyway, but it's everything to the Cubans - and the case isn't a hard sell considering Pedro Navarro and his family risked life and deportation to rescue Morgan from capture.
It was supposed to be a simple mission, but, as the body count rises and suspicions grow, it seems there is more to this underground world of lust and secrets than Morgan first thought. Now, the man who stole the money is no longer running but turning the gun on Morgan, and the only way Morgan can lure the thief into the open is lure him to the only woman who will cater his twisted desires: "The Consummata." Problem is, nobody know where she is. Or if she even exists.
I'll be honest. I don't read crime or mystery novels. It's not my thing. The first concern I have is the lack of emotional intimacy in the characters. These are 'who done it?' novels with an emphasis on the story rather than the characters within it. Secondly, I am an escapist and tend to get dumb reader syndrome when I settle into a novel. Figuring things out is not my forte. Lucky for me, the novel drops enough clues to make me think I know what's going on, just to veer off in the opposite direction and make me reconsider my deductive reasoning skills.
The story itself was entertaining. I enjoyed the sass of the secondary characters and the bordello setting. It was different and kept me from going on autopilot when it came to descriptions. The thing that threw me, though (and this applies to all genres), was the emphasis of the title. The second 'Morgan the Raider' novel was called The Consummata and boasted a beautifully illustrated front cover designed by legendary cover artist Robert McGinnis, yet the main plot hardly had anything to do with this mysterious woman. She only came into the forefront at the end of the novel, and, to me, there wasn't enough mention of her throughout the pages to dedicate the title to her.
All in all, it was an entertaining read. The wisecracks and sass were well placed and the language flowed easily and cleanly. For hard case crime readers, this novel would be an excellent addition to their collection and an intriguing puzzle to unravel.
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Honest reviews are always very welcoming because, let's face it, we never really know if someone is really reviewing something online or not. It will be interesting to see how well this book does. It sounds like there was a lot of thought that went into it but, like you, there are a lot of people who need to see a little soul from within the characters.
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I love it
The author keeps increasing tension up to the last pages of the book. Señor Morgan finally reveals itself and the mindset of the killer can be fully grasped. The gripping mystery-thriller reads with the lightning speed, but doesn’t let you escape form the illusory world of sex, whores, murders and Cuban cigars.