Title: Where are the mysteries?
Product review: While I like Connelly's work, this collection he edited seems flat like a day-old warm Coke: there is no mystery to it, as if the entire mystery short story genre got swallowed up by the procedural and thriller aspects of that style. There's plenty of following the numbers and pursuing bad guys, and violence and murder and mayhem, but little to tickle the brain. That absence gets overshadowed by character drama and interpersonal politics, and it made me long for the short stories of Dashiell Hammet or Agatha Christie, each of which had its own conceptual mystery that required the reader to concentrate in order to understand. This book of short stories passes like watching television in the lounge of a car dealership.
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