I mean, I was really hot now. Needless to say, it's not a good idea to make an enemy of a man like this, but what the hell, I had enemies in many high places now: the IRS, the FBI, The Creek, the Stanhope dynasty and their attorneys, and so forth. What was one more?
Nelson DeMille, The Gold Coast (Hachette Book Group 1990)
Every once in a while I like to take a break from Thomas Hardy, Anthony Trollope and literary biographies and read a "reading-on-a-train" novel, even though I haven't been on a train (even the subway) in almost two years. The Gold Coast has everything necessary for such a novel: sex, hate, murder and revenge, as well as a first-person narrative and a certain length -- in this case 719 pages -- that will keep one engrossed for a few hours. Like most such novels (and DeMille also writes them under various pseudonyms) The Gold Coast is relatively fast-paced and detailed, with a number of vivid characters; in the case of The Gold Coast there is the somewhat wealthy John and Susan Sutter on the north coast of Long Island and their new neighbor Frank Bellarosa, a Mafia kingpin. The Sutters are gradually drawn into Bellarosa's orbit, a superficially appealing one that is very different from their snobbish friends and family and ends up getting them in serious trouble, the financial and personal problems of the wealthy being a common theme in this kind of populist novel.
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