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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. Fforde's storytelling is much like DCI Spratt in this book: "more or less sane" while brilliant the entire time. Who else could tie together champion cucumbers, a 7 foot tall maniacal Gingerbread Man, a car dealer making deals with Mephistopheles, and anthropomorphic bears into novel that begs to be read in as few sittings as possible? The Fourth Bear was surprisingly good. i didn't love the previous book in the series, The Big Over Easy, but this one felt like the Jasper Fforde i know and love. nice twists and great wordplay. the very best bits though were any scene with the Gingerbread Man! brilliant! I generally love Jasper Fforde's books but The Fourth Bear fell a little flat for me. But I've found that Fforde's Nursery Crime Division books not to be as entertaining as the Thursday Next books. Another fun romp through Nurseryland no reviews | add a review
Amazon.com Product Description (ISBN 0670037729, Hardcover)Jack Spratt and Mary Mary return in their second adventure from the inimitable Jasper FfordeFive years ago, Viking introduced Jasper Fforde and his upsidedown, inside-out literary crime masterpieces. And as they move from Thursday Next to Jack Spratt’s Nursery Crimes, his audience is insatiable and growing. Now, with The Fourth Bear, Jack Spratt and Mary Mary take on their most dangerous case so far as a murderous cookie stalks the streets of Reading. The Gingerbreadman—psychopath, sadist, genius, and killer—is on the loose. But it isn’t Jack Spratt’s case. He and Mary Mary have been demoted to Missing Persons following Jack’s poor judgment involving the poisoning of Mr. Bun the baker. Missing Persons looks like a boring assignment until a chance encounter leads them into the hunt for missing journalist Henrietta “Goldy” Hatchett, star reporter for The Daily Mole. Last to see her alive? The Three Bears, comfortably living out a life of rural solitude in Andersen’s wood. But all is not what it seems. How could the bears’ porridge be at such disparate temperatures when they were poured at the same time? Why did Mr. and Mrs. Bear sleep in separate beds? Was there a fourth bear? And if there was, who was he, and why did he try to disguise Goldy’s death as a freak accident? Jack answers all these questions and a few others besides, rescues Mary Mary from almost certain death, and finally meets the Fourth Bear and the Gingerbreadman face-to-face. (retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:58:05 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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Jack Spratt, a Person of Dubious Reality (PRD for short) passing as a "real person" is the head of the Nursery Crime Division of the police force in Reading. Berkshire is apparently where story characters come to live, if they want to live somewhere other than their story, so rather a lot of very odd things occur there. At the moment, the Gingerbreadman, a psychotic mass-murdering cookie (or cake, there appears to be quite a fierce debate on the topic) has escaped from his asylum. Also, Goldilocks is missing. And Jack keeps getting distracted by busting porridge deals in the parking garage of the Robert Southey residential tower block (where most of the bears live).
In short, it's a busy week for the NCD.
It's very odd, this style of writing. The characters are nearly all, at least in name, stolen from elsewhere, and what's more, they know it. They also know they're in another story, and keep suggesting plot devices (by number) to the author. This may be the only instance of the written word breaking the fourth wall that I can recall encountering. The puns are sometimes a bit much for me to handle (even the characters roll their eyes, once), and he keeps dropping in sly little references to things that are both appealingly clever and, simultaneously, kind of annoying - like that kid in class who knew absolutely everything and wanted to make sure no one ever forgot it for a minute.
The thing is, I was that kid (rather than one of the people who used to beat her up, or at least fantasize about it), and it's still annoying. Maybe it's annoying because I was that kid? I really don't know. But something about the gestalt feeling of these books - and the later Thursday Next ones, too, after the new wore off the conceit - just rubs me that little bit the wrong way. But it's still very well done (I would imagine sustaining this level of surreality for this many books takes some serious effort), and I will probably carry on reading both series, feeling oddly conflicted between irritation and admiration the whole time.
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