BOOK REVIEW: Punishment of a Hunter by Yulia Yakovleva

Punishment of a Hunter: A Leningrad Confidential (The Leningrad Confidential Series Book 1)Punishment of a Hunter: A Leningrad Confidential by Yulia Yakovleva
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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This is “Seven” meets “1984” — i.e. an American-style work of crime fiction where an obsessive and deceptively savvy detective attempts to solve a string of bizarre murders but set under a totalitarian regime in which the powers that be are more concerned about quashing liberties that might bloom into insurrection than solving the odd murder. Yakovleva isn’t the first to do such a fish out of water crime novel, but she does a fine job of it. The mash-up does spin things around a bit vis-a-vis the genre’s usual conventions and mechanisms. In the typical American version, the police detective teeters on roguishness, but in the Soviet Union, “going rogue” has an entirely different meaning and set of consequences. I enjoyed the psychology that plays out in this story.

This book does demand attentive reading. There are quick and dirty transitions that can make the book read in a disjoint fashion, and – if you blink – you may miss something crucial to the story. That said, it’s not a murder mystery precisely, and so it’s not like one is engaged in a clue hunt. The story has a fascinating premise and I enjoyed reading it tremendously.


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San Ignacio Limerick

An Italian chef living in San Ignacio
invented a cereal he called Nazi-O's.
Be careful which way
you spell sobriquets
so you don't make ignoble, San Ignacio.

DAILY PHOTO: Colorful Streets of Budapest

Fig in the Wall [Lyric Poem]

It doesn't need wide open spaces.
It doesn't need direct sunlight.
No bark-wide chasm through the tombstone --
Gardner, leave that tree alone.

Hey, Gardner, leave that tree alone!
All in all, it's just another fig in the wall.
All in all, we're just a bunch of figs in the wall. 

Tallinn Limerick

There was a young lady from Tallinn
who'd go to the beach, but not swim.
"Baltic beaches may be brisk,
but swimming adds the risk
that you'll leave behind one or two limbs."

Lopburi Limerick

There was a hasty driver from Lopburi
who wasn't fond of the residents, furry.
"Get off my damn back
about the macaques,
they lollygag whenever I'm in a hurry!"

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from a Foggy Day at Devin Castle

Schrödinger’s Isle [Blank Verse Sonnet]

The island's rocky columns rise upward.
Its gray and green was tiny, but now looms.
A giant jutting rock that stands on high,
and shades the white sand beach and coral sea.

This island will be home from now 'til doom.
One's gratitude for fists of sand first swells,
but it will crash in time with tedium.
Could a sea death beat solitary life?

One lives and dies by coconut water --
day after day - week after week,
and dreams of company and comfort food,
while knowing this is hell and paradise.

What prison is this island - place unknown -
that like Schrödinger's box shrouds life & death?

Prague Limerick

There was a sad writer from Prague
who drank too much cheap hootch and grog --
bohemian to the core,
though Bohemia was no more,
he liked to say, "What's past is hedgehog"

DAILY PHOTO: Leinwandhaus, Frankfurt

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