![]() Lucas Davenport has gone on to become one of the most popular characters in modern crime fiction, and this is an excellent introduction both to the character and to the series. The battle of wits is an engaging one and the reader is caught up in the game immediately. For example, "Never kill anyone you know " Never have a motive " "Don't follow a discernable pattern," etc. He's careful, intelligent, and he follows a set of basic rules, one of which he leaves on the body of each of his victims. Initially, at least, the Mad Dog is a very worthy adversary. That said, his best female friend is a nun.īy the time he first appears, Davenport has already established his reputation as a gifted detective, and when a serial killer known as the Mad Dog, begins killing women in the Twin Cities, the Chief of Police assigns Lucas to the case. When one of his lovers suggests that Lucas is willing to bed virtually any attractive female who comes along, he corrects her by pointing out that he never sleeps with dumb women. A former college hockey player, he's a man's man who is also very attractive to women. He drives a Porsche, wears Italian suits and reads Emily Dickinson. Davenport is independently wealthy, thanks to the fact that he writes video games in his off-duty hours. This is the book that introduced Minneapolis homicide detective Lucas Davenport, a cunning, tough, and intelligent cop who is willing to bend the rules, if necessary, to get a dangerous killer off the streets. Go on, don't be shy, give your reading taste buds a new flavor. Let me tell ya, and this is free to all you youngsters out there, NEVER FORGET HOW MUCH FUN READING IS! Remember, a steak can taste just fine by itself, but when you add mashed potatoes and some really good brown gravy, a side salad, and a nice bottle of wine.your tastes buds rejoice. But, and here's the kicker, I bought into it! I believed John Sanford when he had his characters do whatever idiotic or mundane activity was on the page because I approached this book expecting nothing. I turned pages as fast as I could read (is there any other way?), completely caught up in the moments of impossibility and lunacy. I have to admit, I forgot how fun reading can be when all the other BS surrounding classics or what the "it" read is at the moment is shoved off to the side. ![]() Lately, I've been reading some pretty heavy stuff at work, but at home, nestled within the confines of my den of squalor, I have been relishing pulpy crime novels and this type of thriller. Granted it has all the cliches imaginable, and once or twice I really had to wince at the writing, but, overall, this story did exactly what it was supposed to do: ENTERTAIN. But what you haven't heard is this story was so much fun. He's a gritty rogue cop, 've heard it all before. Okay, here's the deal: I like me some stupid thriller books every once in awhile, and so I thought I would take a chance with Lucas Davenport. His wife, Susan, died of metastasized breast cancer in May, 2007, and is greatly missed. He has two children, Roswell and Emily, and one grandson, Benjamin. He is the principal financial backer of a major archeological project in the Jordan Valley of Israel, with a website at In addition to archaeology, he is deeply interested in art (painting) and photography. He's also the author of two non-fiction books, one on plastic surgery and one on art. From 1990 to the present he has written thriller novels. Paul Pioneer-Press from 1978-1990 in 1980, he was a finalist for a Pulitzer Prize, and he won the Pulitzer in 1986 for a series of stories about a midwestern farm crisis. He was a reporter for The Miami Herald from 1971-78, and then a reporter for the St. ![]() Army from 1966-68, worked as a reporter for the Cape Girardeau Southeast Missourian from 1968-1970, and went back to the University of Iowa from 1970-1971, where he received a master's degree in journalism. In 1966, he married Susan Lee Jones of Cedar Rapids, a fellow student at the University of Iowa. He then spent four years at the University of Iowa, graduating with a bachelor's degree in American Studies in 1966. ![]() He attended the public schools in Cedar Rapids, graduating from Washington High School in 1962. John Sandford was born John Roswell Camp on February 23, 1944, in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
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