Amazon.co.uk Review
Wise-cracking, staunchly independent and chronically curious, Grafton's gritty gumshoe, Kinsey Millhone is back. This time, the alphabet series star will take on the toughest case to date: her past. What begins as a random phone call from a "storage space scavenger" (buys the contents of defaulted storage units), leads Kinsey to a box of old papers and personal effects that her ex, Micky Magruder, left behind. Inside, she finds a 15-year-old unsent letter from a bartender that, among other things, reveals her former hubby was having an affair. And she left him because he asked her to lie when he was charged with murder. Although he wasn't convicted, the letter reopens the past and the possibility of foul play--which proves to be a deadly temptation for Ms. Millhone.
Die-hard fans will especially enjoy Kinsey's self-disclosure--something she's infamous for not doing--about her childhood, the fate of her parents and the randy details of her first marriage. She also reveals a very vulnerable and interesting side to her character when her obsessive-compulsive fact-finding is mixed with matters of the heart. A fast, fun read, O is for Outlaw is packed with Grafton's clear, colourful imagery and signature metaphors: "Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered, but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed." This review refers to the hardcover edition of this title.
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Rebekah Warren
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A well-rounded and involving Kinsey Millhone mystery in which the private investigator's etranged husband makes a reappearance - but he's in a coma. Our heroine comes face to face with her past and realizes that friends from yesterday are not what they once were. (Kirkus UK)
Fans hungry for details of Kinsey Millhone's well-guarded past will give thanks for Teddy Rich, the storage-locker scavenger who's come up with a box of old documents about herself that he's willing to sell for $30 (Kinsey gets him to take $20). Most of the stuff - harvested, as it turns it, from a locker rented by Kinsey's first husband, ex-cop Mickey Magruder - is no more interesting than your own grade-school photos and report cards. But a letter to Kinsey implicitly confessing an affair between Mickey and the letter-writer, Honky-Tonk bartender Dixie Hightower, a letter Kinsey never received because she'd left Mickey the day before, reminds her why she left Mickey - because he'd asked her to back up his phony alibi for the killing of Benny Quintero, a drifter he'd been in a shoving match with the night before - and convinces her that Mickey's in trouble, Wrong. Mickey's already out of trouble, deep in a coma after getting shot himself days before Kinsey started digging into the past she shared with him. So Kinsey dusts off her p.i's license and digs deeper herself, dredging up a trail of deception that goes hack to the jungles of Vietnam, all the while trying to convince the LAPD that, no, she didn't get a half-hour call from Mickey before he died, no matter what the phone company's records say. Lying, snooping, rifling drawers, following oblivious suspects, rarely taking time to sit and think, Kinsey keeps you blissfully in the dark about what's happened and what's coming up till the magician tips her hand at the denouement and shows you how simple it all was - in Grafton's best since 1992, when 'T' was for Innocent. (Kirkus Reviews)
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