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A Cat's Full Nine

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A Salvadoran lad brought this into local pub and we've all but worn it out for him, struck by the beauty of the art work, the bright balloons and the cats, the explosion -- and the little cat pictures inside are adorable. But far too few of them, more's the pity. It is a joy to look at and through.

But keep kiddies and vicar safely distant lest the text pop out, and you're an instant Unfit Parent and Excommunicant.

More captures and escapes and fornications, and beatings and tortures and fornications, and assaults and killings and fornications, and crashes and explosions and fornications -- it has to be more than anything I ever read. The little kittiecats need earplugs and blindfolds.

This book could be better, but the "perfect crime" aspect is damn clever and the use of language is striking, even to someone without English as a first language. A reader has to groove on words like "ensconcement" and "osmoting."

It's encouraging to see a book reflect an awareness/expression of the otherworldliness peculiar to the Region that survives into the present day. The eternal, ethereal outer layer that cloaks this uncommonly violent output maintains its structure unfailingly throughout.

It's also one of the most degenerate and vulgar books I've ever read. I liked that..

Having tossed those bouquets, it remains to suggest that a more perfect plan for commission of the Perfect Crime would have involved moving its location out of the capital to here on the western shoreline, where during the season of the east to west wind the evidence would easily whisk unfettered and unnoticed up up & away to disassemble over and into near-endless ocean.

Commmunity standards, whatever they might be in Costa Rica or where have you, this has got to be a delicious affront. That cunnilingual in the hotel spa alone was some kind of a mold breaker.

The women supposedly straight made it even more titillating. A turn-on if ever. Words worth a thousand pictures.

You wander away from 'Double Jeopardy' wondering how &where the $2 mil policy was paid out, and from 'Hannibal' wonderinghow soon Lecter got Clarice sauteed and garnished up real delectable, and then you come across something like this, that's tight as a drum all the way through.

There won't likely be a sequel. What could be clever enough to follow this aerial bouquet of murder weapons? END

The story of Virgil Shoop is a story about all of us. The panic and villiany that affect us all, and on occasion, heroism, inspired by love, or our perception of it. Real or imagined. And Rick's story is ours, too, the taking of risks, and their consequences.

The scene where the priest puts the dagger against Virgil's face, the spores infecting his nostrils, and Ximena bringing her face down upon his hands about the kitten, his awareness of her having shed the single tear - and then her throwing back her head to reveal only laughter- is masterful.

The zen-ambiance blends effectively with the raunchiness of the situations. It touches all bases. It's a big story. Given a lesser range of language skills, it would come out like oil and water,

Some deficiencies and some excesses here. Some plusses, thatdeserve mention. It really clears the air to read about some junkiethat's not basically an angel "with an illness." Once a bright source of joy to herself and others, Maudine Shoop has transformed herself, on her own, into an abomination fit only for hell, with cocaine. Into the monster soon recognized as the real thing by anybody that's ever lived close to the experience. Mine was courtesy of a devil stepfather who, mercifully, died of an overdose near the end of my mother's sixth year of life in hell. Parents, siblings, spouses, and others potentially waking up responsible for some sap weighing down underneath that monkey - take steps at the very earliest or study Maudine and behold the companion in your future.

I read this a few weeks or months ago and I have to agree the men cry too much but the modus operandus of Virgil did stick in my mind... but what if there was a thousand helium balloons somewhere ... well, fifty ... that suddenly weren't there any more and somebody mysteriously died at the same time ... wouldn't it logically proceed that, all things considered, those occurring simultaneously would raise some speculation ... ?

This is quite a little story, as crude as it is reverent and mystical, and with its centerpiece ever the dauntless Rick, ever pulling solutions out of the air and, in the one instance, out of his ass, to surmount whatever comes along. Once logic is set aside it's a rollercoaster jaunt all the way to the end, finally bringing back the reminder that there is a reality, after all.

The consummate breakneck thriller with an unfailing sense of humor, A CAT'S FULL NINE is yet another (but curiously unique) treatment of that eternally springing hope to at last commit that PERFECT CRIME.

That "Drug Ministry" is really something. Once the underground city is entered this dreamlike bubble transports us inside an enormity reminiscent of the first "King Kong."

The characterizations are exquisite. The beauteous earth mother Ximena Del Rio makes a radiant heroine. It's a shame she comes on only after we get through the first hundred twenty some pages. A major weakness in the story. She gives it its greatest warmth. She is the strongest character.

Virgil's crime scenario is intriguing. Hard to believe we could come up with a new way to kill somebody but this might be it.

The men seem to cry a lot when they're not out on sorties destroying life and property. It's comforting to contemplate even terrorists have a tender side.