Southern Cross, by Patricia Cornwell

Reviewed by: The Blind Monkey

Patricia Cornwell has made a career out of clear language, believeable characters, and intricate descriptions that use location to create a compelling, moving force that transports the reader. Her latest work, Southern Cross, continues this simple-yet-effective strategy, and will engross you from page one.

As a sometimes-hypocritical, but consistently aggressive intellectual snob, I find it hard to admit to my readers how much I enjoy Cornwell’s novels. In fact, the other BMR writers turn up their collective noses whenever I mention her name. But the fact is, I can’t wait to rush to the bookstore or put in that ‘early-release order’ with Amazon each time she comes out with a new one.

I was both delighted and disappointed with her latest police-adventure.

Let’s start with “delighted.” This book introduces a humourous new element to PC’s writing with toungue-in-cheek satire and outlandish sub-characters that are simultaneously stereotypical and unique.

Take Butner “Bubba” Fluck IV, the gun-toting redneck tool freak obsessed with Phillip Morris products and alien conspiracies. Or Weed Gardner, a frighteningly accurate portrayal of a talented youth forced to commit criminal acts by fame-seeking gang members. There’s also Lehlia Ehrlhart, whose command of the english language is so terribly pathetic that every sentence comes out as a joke. And finally, we have the pets: “Popeye” and “Niles” steal the show time and again offering a unique perspective on the misguided actions of their owners.

But the development of the main characters leads us to the “dissapointing” portion of this book.

Cornwell returns to the cast of 1997′s Hornet’s Nest. Set in Richmond, VA, our heros venture north to implement the latest technological advances in criminal mapping on a grant from the NIJ to clean up the beleagered Richmond PD. Chief Judy Hammer, Deputy Virginia West, and Officer Andy Brazil interact in a way that leads the reader to believe that many, many, scenes have been missed since last we saw them. It’s much like reading the FIRST and THIRD book in a trilogy… you keep wondering what happened in-between.

A second, but equally troubling, disappointment is revealed in what seems like a lack of research on the part of the author. Unlike the excruciatingly accurate detail of the Scarpetta novels, Cornwell seems lost in her description of computer viruses and the police procedural. It’s almost as if she took a vacation while writing this book, and decided that the details weren’t as important as before.

But despite these shortcomings, Southern Cross is still a compelling read. It is a true accomplishment when one can make writing seem so completely effortless and encompassing. Although this isn’t one of Cornwell’s best, I still found it a great diversion and recommend it for readers looking for a lighthearted and enjoyable read.

Hardcover – 359 pages (January 11, 1999) Putnam Pub Group; ISBN: 039914465X ; Dimensions (in inches): 1.45 x 9.59 x 6.56