Mr. Woods is another of those hyper-prolific authors that turn out books like a plastic extrusion machine. They are quick reads and even more quickly forgotten. There are about thirty of them in the Stone Barrington series alone.
In this one Barrington, an obscenely rich lawyer, spy, serial lover, and son of a famous artist finds that an old enemy wants to humiliate him by purchasing or stealing his mother’s valuable paintings and then burning them. At the bottom of the rotten art world, the fancy cars, the right wines, the casual affair minded women, and the equally casual killing is just another tired formula thriller. Oh, did I mention! Mr. Woods is dead and some other hack is carrying on the torch. “Old writers never die: the heirs just want more money."
.5 out of 5
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