By John Edward Ames
1994 Zebra
Paperback, 303 pages
This one was pretty tough for me
to make it through, but I did.
Stereotype detective Reno Sloan
(streeee-rike one!) finds himself and his endless annoying quipping
embroiled in bizarre plot where teenagers in New Orleans are suddenly losing
their minds and winding up in the Cypress Island Clinic, where they receive
treatment and a cure. One patient, with psychic abilities, commits a gruesome
suicide and her sister (with whom she can communicate, even post-death) hires
the detective to get some answers.
It seems the CIC has more to it
than meets the eye. The top dog, Dr. Malachi Feldman (I’m not making that up)
has created a new drug that will make the user hallucinate and go nutzoid. What
better way to fill the clinic than to get the topical drug on to rich families’
teenagers and “cure” them by just keeping them there. His two cartoon-character
henchmen infect the kids, and they sit back and wait. Just got to watch out for
those pesky psychic kids. There may be more than one.
OK, the premise here is all
right and the improbable ending had some excitement to it but overall, if you
don’t like Reno (and really, how could you?), you won’t enjoy the book.
He is such a caricature, straight out of a 40s dime detective novel. He gets all
the women, even though he disrespects them left and right, and every other character
in the book is a paper-thin, cookie-cutter person, merely there for Sloan to
play off. Some plot twists fail because it gets hard to remember who is who
among the lesser players.
Ames obviously sat at his
typewriter with a street map of New Orleans (his home at the time) and traced a
line around the city and then just gave directions as our hero Reno stalked the
city in his dilapidated car. He mentions most of the obvious spots. (I was
waiting for Reno to grab a beignet at Café du Monde, but Ames skipped that
landmark.) Ames has a few other horror novels to his credit, but he is mostly
known for Western Fiction. I do have one of his other horrors in my huge TBR
pile, but I’m not hurrying to read it. And I’m not keeping The Asylum.

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