Poetic Justice
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| Rating | : | 4.27 (893 Votes) |
| Asin | : | B0096PPI6G |
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| Number of Pages | : | 417 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2014-08-22 |
| Language | : | English |
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Love New York? Like a good mystery? This is a good book for you. Greyman Poetic Justice is a satire, mystery, and New York story rolled into one.Starting with the New York. This book has a fantastic sense of place. I know New York, and so reading along I was following along on my mental map. Morris really nails the feel of the city, from stuffy uptown French restaurants to downtown book readings to that perpetual real New Yorkers' conundrum: walk, cab, train, or bus? (Or to that particular appreciation of the smelly streets of Manhattan when you get back from out of town)On the mystery: at its core, this is a whodunnit, and the char. "If you love New York" according to LM. you'll love Poetic Justice. A fun read that keeps you guessing as it gives you an insider's view of a slice of lower Manhattan. An excellent debut novel.. Adam Bernard said Unfortunately disappointing. Sorry, but I had high hopes for what I thought would be a contemporary, gay spin on the 'Thin Man' concept. Unfortunately, four chapters in, I had to pull up the Amazon description to figure out who the protagonists were, because of the shifting points of view and fairly indistinguishable secondary characters (who I first mistook for primary characters, as the book opened from one of their viewpoints). Martinis and wisecracks are few and far between, in contrast to distracting attention to detail, such as the paragraph describing how a waiter doled out ground p
. Mitzi Morris lives in Manhattan and likes to ride the Staten Island Ferry
. About the Author Mitzi Morris lives in Manhattan and likes to ride the Staten Island Ferry
It's a good thing that Sheba's dead, because half of literary New York is ready to kill her. Ken exercises his right to know every chance he gets.When Sheba Miller, literary agent and downtown doyenne, is found dead in a bar on Staten Island, Ken can't wait to investigate. Then Sheba's tell-all memoir surfaces. Jay would never stoop to snoop. It's a catalog of white nights with hot artists and liquid lunches with idiot publishers. Jay's the idiot-in-chief, but he's not alone. He hustles Jay onto the Staten Island Ferry and into adventure. They're an attractive