When a woman's partially decomposed body washes ashore in Paradise, Massachusetts, police chief Jesse Stone is forced into a case far more difficult than it initially appears. Identifying the woman is just the first step in what proves to be an emotionally charged investigation. Florence Horvath was an attractive, recently divorced heiress from Florida; she also had a penchant for steamy sex and was an enthusiastic participant in a video depicting the same. Somehow the combination of her past and present got her killed, but no one is talking-not the crew of the Lady Jane, the Fort Lauderdale yacht moored in Paradise Harbor; not her very blond, very tan twin sisters, Corliss and Claudia; and not her curiously affectless parents, living out a sterile retirement in a Miami high rise. But someone-Jesse-has to speak for the dead, even if it puts him in harm's way.
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1 . Very fun reading
Posted July 02, 2009 by Kevin Kim , EdmontonI couldn't help constantly imagining Tom Selleck talking and acting as Jesse Stone, the police chief of Paradise, Mass, in reading this book. It was inevitable for two reasons: one, I have first met Jesse Stone in a movie form rather than an original book form. Tom Selleck, the once the sexiest guy on earth, was acting chief Stone in it, and he looked really good and comfortable although I later found from a book that Jesse Stone was a lot younger than Mr. Selleck, who's now over 60 whereas Jesse Stone is supposed to be mid-thirties (but oh boy, Mr. Selleck didn't look at all a man of his sixties - he still looked in a really good shape, and perfectly fit to the role).
I haven't encountered any of Robert B. Parker's novels, but at first sight, I liked his style - simple, easy-going, straightforward, and crisp. His Jesse Stone books are also divided into 50 or 60 plus short chapters, hence suitable for readers whose attention span must be substantially shorter than others who had had much less distractions, such as the Internet, hundreds, if not thousands, TV channels, and cell phones.
Reading his book was fun. Jesse looked a very likeable character, who seemed sympathetic and vulnerable, exhibited subtle sense of humour here and there, and appeared meticulous in inverstigating his cases. His supporting casts, Molly Crane in particular, were also equally interesting.
This book has been a little more interesting for me because of one very specific clue appears in this story - EZ Pass Transponder, an RFID-based automatic paying system in toll roads. It has been raising a complex issues in privacy and security in Ontario's privacy world because of its widespread usage and potential for being used (or abused) as an evidence. Excellent read. 5 of 5 stars.
February 07, 2006
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Excerpt from Sea Change by Robert B. Parker
The bouncer at the Dory was holding a wet towel against his bloody nose when Jesse Stone arrived. Suitcase Simpson was with him. Simpson was in uniform. Jesse was wearing jeans and a white short-sleeved oxford shirt. His gun was on his right hip and his badge was tucked in his shirt pocket so that the shield showed.
"You usually win these, Fran," Jesse said to the bouncer.
The bouncer shrugged. His right eye was nearly closed.
"Too big for me, Jesse. You guys may have to shoot him."
"We'll see," Jesse said.
Jesse pushed into the crowded bar. There was no noise. A big man was standing on the bar drinking from a bottle of Wild Turkey. The bottle had a pour spout on it and he would hold it away from his open mouth and pour the whiskey in. The bartender, whose name was Judy, had ducked out from behind the bar and was standing near the door. She had blonde hair in a ponytail and wore sneakers, shorts and a tank top.
"You call us?" Jesse said to her.
"He was drunk when he came in," she said.
"He made some remarks," Judy said. "I told him I wouldn't serve him. He made some more remarks, Fran tried to help?" She shrugged.
"You know who that is?" Simpson murmured in Jesse's ear.
"Carl Radborn," Jesse said. "All-Pro tackle. Shall we get his autograph?"
"Just letting you know," Simpson said.
Jesse slid through the quiet crowd with Simpson behind him.
"Hey," Radborn yelled. "Run for your fucking life, it's the Paradise cops."
Radborn was 6'5" and weighed more than 300 pounds. Standing on the bar he seemed too big for the room. Jesse smiled at him.
"Should have brought an elephant gun," Jesse said.
"Shit," Radborn said and jumped down off the bar, still holding the whiskey bottle. "You know who I am?"
"I always love that question," Jesse said. "Yeah, I know who you are. Jonathan Ogden knocked you down and stomped on your face when you played the Ravens last year."
"Fuck you," Radborn said.