Stolen Lives, by Jassy Mackenzie ($14) (c2008)

South African author Jassy Mackenzie's first book was "Random Violence." In that she introduced Jade de Jong, a woman who had fled her homeland after her father, an outstanding police captain, died. Upon returning years later, she became a private investigator.

Jade's adventures show us a South Africa hidden behind high walls topped with barbed wire, a country in which many ordinary citizens are armed and dangerous, a place in which the haves and have-nots are still poles apart.

It is every parent's nightmare, one that Jade's former boyfriend, police detective David Patel, now knows intimately. His son has been kidnapped. That doesn't happen until midway through the book, but it is the story with the highest intensity. It is at that point that Jade and David become involved in all the various stories.

The book begins when Jade is hired to protect a woman with a shady background. Pamela Jordaan is over-the-top, a caricature of a nouveau riche woman whose husband owns strip joints. She plunks down a Ferrari-load of money, gets Jade shot at, and finally crashes her sports car, with Jade in it. Jade must also locate Pam's husband and daughter. Who has gotten Jade into this mess? David. When Pam asked him for a reference, he gave up Jade's name.

David is also involved in an international investigation into sex trafficking. Beginning in England and crossing into Europe and winding up in South Africa, British officers are tracking the masterminds of an organization bringing innocent women into English brothels.

All roads lead to Rome and all stories lead to a shocking and cleverly drawn together conclusion. 

This book should have been called "Graphic Violence," to follow the theme of the first book. There are graphic scenes of people suffering violence at the hands of others. Several victims are tortured, and Mackenzie gives you excruciating detail. It may be fiction, but it will make you squirm.

For a competent police officer and devoted father, David Patel seems singularly juvenile and ineffective in his social life. What does Jade see in him? Nevertheless, he is the unintentional locus of all that happens, and he is Jade's link to everything as well.

I like the character of Jade. She's got killer instincts and is still trying to come to terms with that. She has sacrificed a normal life to go her own way. She is still haunted by her parents' deaths. She likes dogs. She lives a spartan life, but unfortunately, it's devoid of humor as well.

The Artful Egg, by James McClure ($14.95)

I think the last time I read this book was when it came out in the 1980s. James McClure's eight-book Kramer and Zondi series was written during apartheid in South Africa. That ignominious period lasted from 1948 to its abolition in 1994. (Racism, however, doesn't require government permission to exist.)

Several works have recently re-focussed the spotlight on apartheid. Malla Nunn has a series set near the start of apartheid. Jassy Mackenzie and Wessel Ebersohn have contemporary post-apartheid series, whose characters still feel the repercussions of that time.

McClure's stories were shocking to the outside world, mostly naive to the day-to-day manifestations of apartheid. Although he grew up in South Africa and worked briefly as a reporter there, McClure fled to England when his criticisms of the government drew scrutiny. He lived a multi-faceted professional life and brought an international awareness to the horror of institutionalized racism. According to Mitzi Brunsdale's "Gumshoes: A Dictionary of Fictional Detectives," astonishingly, only one of McClure's books, "The Sunday Hangman," was banned in South Africa.

Tromp Kramer is an Afrikanner police detective and Mickey Zondi is his Bantu detective partner. It is implied that Zondi is smarter and a better detective than Tromp, having more restraint and better analytical skills. Both are victims of their time. Kramer teases Zondi, often calling him a "kaffir," the derogatory epithet for a black African. Zondi, as far as I can tell, has no equivalent word with which he can tease Kramer. It appears this relationship is a little lopsided. However, Kramer is a gadzillion times more accepting and liberal than his fellow whites.

There are the whites and the blacks, but there are also the browns. The brown underclass is Asian. One such second-class citizen, Ramjut Pillay, is the unfortunate postal worker who delivers the mail to the home of Naomi Stride, a rich and famous white author. He discovers her body and spends the rest of the book discombobulated and running from one outrageous situation to another. He is at first delighted that he may hold the key to her murder and become famous for solving the crime, then aghast that he may hold the key to the murder and will be punished for withholding it from the police.

Navigating the sticky politics of the police department, Kramer and Zondi fight not only the criminal forces but also their own fellow detectives, some of whom are brutal, corrupt, and/or incompetent. There is a lot of dark humor throughout the book, much of it provided by the police.

Is Naomi's adult son the villain? What about the liberal friends she had? The son's ex-girlfriend? A "Hamlet"-besotted academic stalker? There are many twisty roads for Kramer and Zondi to travel, while giving us a look into everyday life in the fictional town of Trekkersburg, Natal.

A second crime diverts the team temporarily. It's a sensitive case because one of the suspects is a former policeman, one who had the reputation of unnecessary violence in apprehending and questioning people. It's a clever bit of sleuthing that dispenses with that case, so the team can return to Naomi's murder.

It's easy to be morally stunned by the careless disregard whites had for non-whites during that period of time. McClure gives us dialogue rather than diatribe to show us how insidiously racism infected the culture. On the other hand, at the end he springs upon his audience a real historical event that greatly influenced the murderer. It doesn't make the author's murder less atrocious, but McClure is saying that there are more horrors in that part of the world, and apartheid is just one of them. If McClure could have a punchline it would be, "Now discuss among yourselves."

H.R.F. Keating included "The Artful Egg" in his book, "Crime and Mystery: The 100 Best Books." It's certainly outstanding on several different levels.

Grandad, There's a Head on the Beach, by Colin Cotterill (hardcover, $24.99)

Colin Cotterill is a rare author who can combine humor and tragedy and not make it sound awkward or forced. Following the superb "Killed at the Whim of a Hat," the first Jimm Juree adventure, "Grandad" is even better. Funnier, sadder, wiser.

This will catch you up with the story so far. Jimm Juree's mother got it into her noggin to uproot the family from Chiang Mai, where Jimm was a nop-notch reporter, to a backwater coastal village. Her brother Arny, the bodybuilder, and Grandpa Jah, a retired traffic police officer, were also forced into exile. Only her oldest brother/sister, Sissi, managed to stand her ground.

Jimm has made a few friends, including gay police officer Chom, in the village, and her mother, Mari, has made many. Arny, at the age of thirty-something, has found his first girlfriend, Gaew, another bodybuilder. Grandpa Jah never made it out of the traffic department because he was too honest and refused to take bribes, de rigueur for advancement. However tenuous the accomplishment, he and Jimm seem to have cornered the market on the family's claim to normalcy. And after Sissi, a transgendered computer geek and beauty queen, talks Jimm into taking a pharmaceutical trial course of anti-depressants for money, Grandpa seems to stand alone.

Although "Grandad" veers off into Wackyville on every page, Cotterill retains a very human and warm sensibility. He doesn't tangle the story up in fancy language and never obfuscates when he needs to elucidate. Jimm is the narrator and her voice is clear as a slightly-cracked bell.

There are many mysteries to solve this time.

Two women, obviously from a higher class than Jimm and her family currently inhabit, take a cabin at Jimm's family's seaside resort -- a loose term, since the sea is often not beside but IN the resort during monsoon season. They are scared and running from something. 

Then there is the titular head that Jimm's dog finds on the beach.

The head appears to belong to a Burmese man. Burmese people are the underclass of Thai society. Many are there illegally, but even a legitimate work permit holds no sway when Burmese workers begin to disappear. Jimm is disgusted with her country's attitude towards the workers, who are treated like slaves, and she is determined to discover how the man's head wound up on her beach. Cotterill buries this very serious issue within his entertaining book, a tactic he uses in his Dr. Siri series as well. It's a bitter pill wrapped up in a savory treat, and it gets the message across.

Kudos to Colin Cotterill, and I am pleased to award the last MBTB star to this book.

I laughed. I cried. I hiccupped.

Book sale begins 3/23

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-- Barbara