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开 本: 32开纸 张: 胶版纸包 装: 平装是否套装: 否国际标准书号ISBN: 9780446198196
Amazon.com Review
LAPD Homicide detective Bosch is back from an involuntary
administrative leave just in time for the bodies to start turning
up. When he finds hints of an mob hit but can’t interest the
organized crime unit in the murder, Bosch has to take the
investigation into his own hands in a this hard-boiled tale full of
sharp turns. Fans of Michael Connelly’s excellent, The Poet, will
go wild for this even better addition to the Harry Bosch series.
–This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of
this title.
From Publishers Weekly
From the opening bars, when the body of Tony Aliso is pulled from
the trunk of his Rolls Royce Silver Cloud on Mulholland Drive, to
the final grace note on a Hawaiian beach, Connelly has crafted a
jazzy, funky, roller coaster of a book. The return of maverick L.A.
homicide detective Hieronymous (Harry) Bosch (from 1995’s The Last
Coyote) is cause for rejoicing. The Aliso murder quickly embroils
Bosch and his new team (Kizmin Rider, a young black female officer
on the rise in the department; veteran Jerry Edgar; and their boss,
Lieutenant Grace Billets) in a Byzantine tangle of Las Vegas mob
money, Hollywood filmmaking and police politics. The plot rushes
headlong into deadends and deadfalls, repeatedly reorients and
tears off in a new direction. Never known for tact, the
single-minded Bosch is soon hotfooting through an acronymic
snakepit: the LAPD’s OCID (Organized Crime Investigation Division);
the IAD (Internal Affairs Division); the LVPD’s OCU (Las Vegas
Police Department’s Organized Crime Unit); the FBI. Not only does
each organization claim a piece of the action, but each also wants
a piece of Bosch. Connelly has it all working together here:
skillful dialogue, solid plotting, nuances of race and status and a
pace that will leave readers gasping to keep up. Connelly’s early
promise (The Black Echo earned him the 1993 Edgar for best first
novel) has been borne out nicely by succeeding novels. Trunk Music
is his best yet. $400,000 ad/promo; author tour.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc. –This text refers
to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Library Journal
Homicide dick Harry Bosch investigates the murder of a Hollywood
producer in this latest from the author of the Edgar Award-winning
The Black Echo (LJ 1/92).
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc. –This text refers
to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From Booklist
LAPD Detective Harry Bosch is back from an “involuntary stress
leave,” and his first case is what Detroit wiseguys call trunk
music: two .22 caliber bullets in the skull of schlock movie
producer Tony Aliso, with Aliso’s body stuffed in the trunk of his
white Rolls. The murder shouts Mob, but LAPD’s organized-crime unit
expresses disinterest. So Harry and his two young partners follow a
trail of laundered money to Las Vegas and what appears to be a sure
conviction. But Harry’s perp turns out to be an undercover FBI
agent with an ironclad alibi. In short order, he’s up against the
Feebs, LAPD’s organized crime unit, a junkyard-dog Internal Affairs
investigator, the real killers, Las Vegas hoodlums, bad cops, and
the possible involvement of a woman he once loved and lost.
Connelly, a former journalist on the crime beat, has taken
traditional motifs from crime, cop, private-eye, mystery, and noir
novels and created a terrific read. Harry is a Chandlerian knight
errant: tough, shrewd, and principled enough to pursue the truth
despite formidable opposition. Offering a sultry femme fatale,
plenty of seamy and sordid–albeit palm-lined–mean streets, and
half a school of red herrings, this atmospheric novel is truly one
of the year’s best entertainments. Thomas Gaughan –This text
refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this
title.
From Kirkus Reviews
Hollywood homicide dick Harry Bosch goes up against whoever killed
high-rolling, lowlife filmmaker Tony Aliso and tipped his body into
the trunk of his Rolls. The early buzz on the case shouts Las
Vegas–so Harry heads out there in hopes of tracking down Tony’s
latest companion, a stripper named Layla. Instead he finds a trail
of evidence that links Tony to a money-laundering operation for
Joey Marks, the outfit’s top man in Vegas; to Dolly’s, a strip club
owned by Marks lieutenant Luke (“Lucky”) Goshen; and to Eleanor
Wish, an ex-FBI agent whose activities took her to Harry’s bed and
a stretch in the pen before she turned up on video playing poker at
Tony’s side. Tough-guy Harry (The Last Coyote, 1995, etc.),
incredibly still carrying a torch for Eleanor, wastes no time
rekindling their affair–Eleanor’s sullenness cracks just long
enough for some brisk sex–and then finds he has to cut all sorts
of deals with the Vegas cops and his own department to keep her out
of the case he’s building against Lucky Goshen. Back in L.A.,
deeper trouble awaits: When Harry lays out the case against
Goshen–motive, fingerprints, murder weapon–he’s told that
Goshen’s an undercover FBI agent with an ironclad alibi and that
he’s dashed into the middle of a sting that’s been years in the
making. Relieved once again of his homicide assignment, Harry-
-together with trusty sidekicks Jerry Edgar and Kiz Rider–goes up
against Tony’s killers himself, with results as gripping and
satisfying as they are improbable. Forget realism, okay? If you’d
like to see a buried love affair take off like a rocket and a bunch
of crooks and crooked cops as canny and treacherous as le Carr?’s
spies, you’ve come to the right place. (Book-of-the-Month Club
selection; paperback rights to St. Martin’s; $400,000 joint
ad/promo for Trunk Music and The Poet; author tour) — Copyright
©1996, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved. –This
text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this
title.
Review
“For those seeking the kind of action that takes more turns than a
roulette wheel, Trunk Music is a sure bet.” –People
“Compelling…Connelly displays a wonderful atmospheric feel for
the posh and the poor…The last pages bring things to a shocking
end that should satisfy Connelly’s growing audience.” –The
Washington Post
“[A] terrific new police procedural.” –The New York Times Book
Review
— Review –This text refers to an out of print or unavailable
edition of this title.
Review
“If you’d like to see a buried love affair take off like a rocket
and a bunch of crooks and crooked cops as canny and treacherous as
le Carré’s spies, you’ve come to the right place.” (Kirkus Reviews
)
“A jazzy, funky, roller coaster of a book. . . Connelly has it all
working together here: skillful dialogue, solid plotting, nuances
of race and status and a pace that will leave readers gasping to
keep up. ” (Publishers Weekly )
“For those seeking the kind of action that takes more turns than a
roulette wheel, Trunk Music is a sure bet.” (People )
“Compelling…Connelly displays a wonderful atmospheric feel for
the posh and the poor…The last pages bring things to a shocking
end that should satisfy Connelly’s growing audience.” (Washington
Post )
Back on the job after an involuntary leave of absence, LAPD
homicide detective Harry Bosch is ready for a challenge. But his
first case is a little more than he bargained for.
It starts with the body of a Hollywood producer in the trunk of a
Rolls-Royce, shot twice in the head at close range – what looks
like “trunk music,” a Mafia hit. But the LAPD’s organized crime
unit is curiously uninterested, and when Harry follows a trail of
gambling debts to Las Vegas, the case suddenly becomes more complex
– and much more personal.
A rekindled romance with an old girlfriend opens new perspectives
on the murder, and he begins to glimpse a shocking triangle of
corruption and collusion. Yanked off the case, Harry himself is
soon the one being investigated. But only a bullet can stop Harry
when he’s searching for the truth . . .
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