| Jane Isenberg: Mood Swings to Murder | |||
Ah, but evil dwells in paradise. Bel and her significant other Sol stumble upon the victim. "It was Frank Sinatra, dead as a doornail and not looking a day over twenty-five." The ersatz Sinatra lies in the shadow of the famous Manhattan skyline near the Hoboken waterfront in a pool of his own blood. The victim, a Sinatra wannabe and Hoboken native, devoted his life to being more like Frank than Frank. Crowds flock to see Sinatra impersonators perform, embracing all those who revive memories of the real "Chairman of the Board." Who would want to kill this Sinatra acolyte? One of Bel's students begs her to find out, and Bel does between e-mails from a daughter in the midst of major life decisions, "discussions" with an adult son determined to return to the womb and teaching a summer course in communications. Despite this, Bel finds time to drink enough Corona to float a fedora and eat greasy, spicy, crunchy, even good-for-ya food with the girls. Those aren't hot flashes, girlfriend, they're power surges.
If only Isenberg handled her mystery as well as she creates characters, she would offer a near perfect package. Her understanding of the menopausal set and her use of e-mails add to a pleasing, history-laced read. Dawn Goldsmith Click
here to read Suzanne
Frisbee's review of Mood Swings to Murder.
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