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Last to Fold (The Turbo Vlost Thrillers) Hardcover – March 29, 2011
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From Publishers Weekly
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Nominated for the 2012 Edgar for Best First Novel by an American Author
"One of the most original protagonists I’ve ever come across — a cross between Arkady Renko and Philip Marlowe: a Russian-born ex-KGB agent living in New York, a private eye with a strong sense of irony and a Russian sense of fatalism. David Duffy knows his Russia inside and out, but most of all, he knows how to tell a story with flair and elegance. This is really, really good."
—Joseph Finder, New York Times bestselling author of Vanished and Buried Secrets
"The dialogue is crisp and rings true, and the main character is easy to like and root for."
“A new addition to the line of suspense stars at St. Martin’s, introducing an irresistible character and a very rich milieu—the New York City subculture of Russian émigrés, underworld characters and ruthless new-rich swashbucklers….I’m looking forward to the next one.”
— Sullivan County Democrat
“From guns, drugs and espionage we get the full gambit in the fast and furious look within the Russian mob.”
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In one scene, the hero gets into a security building with a phony government ID; the guard even gives him a key to one of the apartments. How could this happen? In another scene, he discovers a couple of people shot, one of them the elderly KGB officer who adopted him as a child. He leaves this old guy alone after telling another Russian gang leader where to find him; help will not arrive for thirty minuted and then it will be some of the usual big Russian thugs, not an ambulance. What about shock and blood loss? In the next room is a beautiful naked woman (the granddaughter of the old Russian bleeding in the next room). She may have done the shooting by firing through a door, or she may not have, because there are bullet holes in the other wall of the room in which she is lying. So, either she hit two men by firing blindly through a door, or someone else hit two men by firing blindly through a wall and a door. She can't talk or move because she is somehow doped, but not too doped to fire a gun with extreme accuracy, maybe.
And the hero has an associate who operates a huge data mining service, complete with racks of computer servers, from his apartment; how does he get the electrical power? And there's a pizza eating parrot who listens to traffic reports on the radio and passes them on to the hero. Really, I don't make this stuff up and I don't understand how or why the author does either. Did I mention the hero tortures people? Even in New York, someone would hear gunshots and screaming.
Thrillers are necessarily full of improbable or even impossible things, but there are limits. This is a terrible, terrible book, and you should not waste your money.
David Duffy should fire his editor. He writes exceptionally well with superb characters and an interesting plot. Unfortunately, the plot rambles on forever! This book, at 355 pages, is about 125 pages too long. It feels endless and what initially is interesting became a crashing bore. A complex plot that requires three separate summaries and a whole host of confusing Russian names adds to the mess. This book is an example of what is wrong with crime fiction today. By authors and publishers bulking up books, the act of reading them turns into drudgery. This book could have been so good but in the end is so very bad. I don't care if the author wins the Edgar, I predict he has no substantial writing career unless he learns to tighten up his plots. I will let others decide. I am not reading him again.