This column is a tale of three novels, all bought in local bookstores during Independent Bookstore Day (which was actually Independent Bookstore 10 Days) back in April. I didn't realize how these three books were connected when I picked them up; now, having happily made my way through all three, I see them as a trio of examples of how broad the category of "crime fiction" can be — and how very much there is to discover in this rich genre.
I've been meaning to read Ivy Pochoda's work for some time (still intend to get to her award-winning "Wonder Valley") and so I picked up a brand-new paperback of her 2020 novel "These Women." It's a beautifully sculpted modern noir, set in South Los Angeles and told by six diverse women whose stories are connected by a serial killer. The world of this novel is tough and dark and bleak, but Pochoda finds poetry in each of these women's lives — in the way they're haunted by ghosts (one by a murdered daughter, another by a memory of a devastating event), in the way they simply get through their days. I found myself especially drawn to Essie, a no-nonsense LAPD vice cop accustomed to being underestimated, and who knows that crime is like the crosswords she meticulously completes every day. "There's always a solution," she muses. "The catch is finding it." You leave "These Women" feeling that you've heard some voices not usually heard, and wish they could speak further.KEEP READING
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