Amazon.co.uk Review
As is the case with many in the US legal profession, Jeffery Deaver decided to switch one moneymaking job for another--and thank God he did (who needs another lawyer?), when he can produce books like
Garden of Beasts. His Lincoln Rhyme crime novels, with their doughty quadriplegic investigator, have been consistently excellent, with only a touch of tiredness creeping in recently. Rhyme was a highly unusual protagonist, and the convoluted serial killer narratives were refreshingly innovative in a desperately overcrowded field. In such winners as
The Bone Collectorand
The Stone Monkey, Rhyme and Amelia (his police colleague) had their work cut out. But it was apparent that Deaver might be sensing imminent burnout when he came up with two new heroes in
The Blue Nowhere: cop Frank Bishop and computer hacker Wyatt Gillette.
And it seems this change of pace didnt slake Deavers desire for the new; here he is changing direction again with Garden of Beasts, a period-set thriller that is as utterly different from anything hes written as might be imagined--but quite as adroitly written. The setting is New York in the Thirties, and the protagonist here is hitman Paul Schumann, who ends up in police custody after one of his hits misfires. Schumann is given two options: journey to Berlin to terminate Hitlers associate Reinhard Ernst, or end up in jail for a very long time. Guess which option Schumann chooses? Correct! His danger-fraught journey through a vividly created Berlin, as the preparations for the Olympics transform the city, has the pulse-raising energy of the Rhyme books--particularly as a canny German cop is breathing down Schumanns neck. With its scarifying picture of a burgeoning Third Reich, Garden of Beasts is Deaver on top form; perhaps Schumann might be more fully developed, but few Deaver fans will complain.--Barry Forshaw
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Amazon.co.uk Review
Jeffrey Deaver's thrillers are united by his fascination with people doing what they are good at.
Garden of Beasts is separated in time and place from his modern thrillers, but both of its heroes are supremely competent men. The shame is that they are working against each other. Gun for hire Paul Schumann is offered a chance to avoid the electric chair. All he has to do is go to Berlin for the Olympics and take out Ernst, chief of the bureaucrats who is building German's military might for Hitler. And in Berlin, honest apolitical cop Kohl finds himself on Schumann's trail without any idea of what he is up to. Deaver is as good here at what an intelligent policeman could do with limited forensic resources as he is in his series about contemporary high-tech criminalist Lincoln Rhyme.
Ernst, meanwhile, is caught up in the Third Reich's vicious infighting and hard at work at a particularly nasty and inventive scheme. This is a splendidly atmospheric historical thriller that wears its research lightly--it is also endlessly inventive in the twists and turns of its characters' movements through a society built on betrayal and sudden death. --Roz Kaveney
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