Friday, July 6, 2007
What I love about Kathy Reichs is her similes. Blood "fizzes like soda." A detective "cocks his head like a dog listening to tin foil." Temperance Brennan leads us down a delicate spiderweb of metaphors and adjectives, all of which make you forget that you're reading about osteology and decomposition.
Plus, she's an alcoholic. At least Reichs gave her forensic anthropologist a vice of some kind. I love Kay Scarpetta, but she has to be repressing something. I imagine that she's got a hidden doll collection, or a coke habit. Or maybe she eats steak burgers in her Mercedes like Kirstie Alley on Fat Actress. Please let that be true.