It's funny, but not a few black genre writers seem to dedicate themselves more to the domestic thriller as a plot focus on which to spread the tension of their plots. And the thing works. It must be that they are the ones who best appreciate the shadows in the chiaroscuro of any closer relationship.
There we have Shari lapena o Mari kubica, or Lorraine Franco, all of them with several of his works in the closest version of the closely whispered thriller ...
This time we approach Tess gerritsen to enjoy (the masochistic way in which good suspense books, with tension in the neck and sweat) of novels that transcend the simple construction of a distressing plot surrounded by perceptions from the closest environments, with their bad omens awaiting the consequent scares ...
Because in the case of Gerritsen everything is adorned and complemented with a more technical review, between the medical, the psychiatric and the anthropological. It is what it has to run into a doctor in Medicine and an anthropologist as well. And I no longer tell you anything in her Rizzoli & Isles crime series...
So if you want to enjoy suspense novels with a little more chicha in terms of the motives of the crime, and in terms of the more complete profiling of both the survivors of evil on duty, and the persecutors of victims of all kinds, this is it. your author.
Top 3 Recommended Novels by Tess Gerritsen
Fire Protection
There are stories that catch in their most basic approach. But there is a danger in this, and that is that the possibility of disenchantment is greater than in others that you begin to read out of inertia, without that great first impression.
Fortunately, this book, Incendio, maintains and elevates the great sensations that its synopsis foreshadows. Between the magic, the fascinating power of music, a beautiful piece of music that can lead to obsession and madness...
It is the ideal of every musician, to achieve that set of notes that touch perfection, that manage to transform reality, undo it, endow it with heavenly colors, ambrosial aromas and flavors. Unfortunately, music, painting or literature only sometimes manage to approximate absolute ecstasy.
But what if it happened? What would become of that person who reached the most transcendent level of art, the one transmitted by a ray of divinity to the composer on duty?
As it should be, magical things occur in singular spaces, magical in their particular subsistence among the mundane. An antique store where things from other times exude nostalgia for what they were when they were living goods. A piece of music awaits violinist Julia Ansdell in the store who, once she touches the score, seems to discover a foretaste of its glory.
Julia did not take long to transform what was written with her violin. A ravishing music seems to blossom life between the strings. It is an energetic, violent waltz, melancholic at times but always passionate. What comes out of that composition transcends the material, it is held in the air like an open door to another dimension.
That music ends up transforming Julia's life, to the point that she is compelled to discover what is special about the waltz. The city of Venice becomes the final destination of music, that's where it was composed. What Julia can discover will confront her with fear and darkness, an unparalleled secret for which she will put her life at risk.
The surgeon
The first part of a saga that in each new case immerses us in that perverse psyche that hangs like a spider's web over the victims, also besieging us readers.
A silent killer slips into the women's houses and enters the rooms while they sleep.
The precision of the wounds he inflicts on them suggests that he is an expert in medicine, which is why the Boston papers and frightened readers begin to call him "the surgeon."
The only clue the police have is Dr. Catherine Cordell, the victim of a very similar crime two years ago. Now she hides her fear of contact with other people under a cool, elegant exterior and a well-earned reputation as a top-notch surgeon.
But this careful façade is about to fall, as the new killer recreates, with chilling precision, the details of Catherine's own agony. With each new murder he seems to be chasing her and getting closer and closer...
tell me the truth
The moment arrives when the ghosts of our particular crime investigator heroes join the party to end up leading us to the pandemonium of all crime novel plots...
Two apparently unrelated homicides have more in common than simply being investigated by Boston Inspector Jane Rizzoli and Coroner Maura Isles. In both cases, the bodies are horribly wounded, but the actual cause of death is unknown. A double challenge that comes at an inopportune moment for both.
As Jane struggles to save her mother from a failed marriage that threatens to bury her, Maura faces the imminent death of hers, the infamous serial killer Amalthea Lank. Although she is a victim of terminal cancer, she still enjoys manipulating her daughter and provides her with a cryptic clue about the two strange murders that Maura and Jane are trying to solve.
But whatever the dying convict knows, it's just one piece of the puzzle. The investigation does not take long to lead them to a young survivor of a tremendous abuse scandal, an independent horror film that could be inspired by true events and a host of martyrs who suffered cruel and unusual deaths.
And just when Rizzoli and Isles believe they have cornered a diabolical predator, a long-buried past rears its head and threatens to devour more innocents, including themselves.
