OUTFOXED by David Rosenfelt
In this, the 14th installment in the Andy Carpenter series, Andy is once again indulging his passion for the Tara Foundation instead of “lawyering” but, as so often happens in Andy’s life, the two soon overlap. Andy has started a program allowing prisoners to work with the foundation’s dogs. Brian Atkins has served three and a half years of his five-year sentence on a fraud conviction. Andy trusts the instincts of the dogs and Boomer, a neglected rescue, has taken to Brian so much so he hopes Boomer can find his forever home with Brian after his release. Alas, Brian succeeds in escaping from jail – unfortunately – he does so on the same day his ex-wife and ex-business partner are killed. Naturally Brian is the prime suspect despite the fact that that he proclaims his innocence.
Andy believes him and agrees to represent him, not knowing just how dangerous this case may turn out to be.
Once again Mr. Rosenfelt delivers a fun, quick read featuring self deprecating, sarcastic Andy in a story that held my interest, made me laugh and kept me turning the pages even though I knew that Andy would once again prevail in court. I also had my suspicions that Brian and Boomer might just end up together.
Formulaic? Maybe. Familiar? Definitely. But visiting with Andy, et al is like eating comfort food. It’s a “go to” when you need a pick me up and although familiar it’s much loved and seldom fails to satisfy. Looking forward to his next Andy Carpenter adventure.
I’d like to thank St. Martin’s Press and Netgalley for providing my with this book in the hopes
I would provide an honest review.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (from www.davidrosenfelt.com)
I am a novelist with 27 dogs.
I have gotten to this dubious position with absolutely no planning, and at no stage in my life could I have predicted it. But here I am.
My childhood was relentlessly normal. The middle of three brothers, loving parents, a middle-class home in Paterson, New Jersey. We played sports, studied sporadically. laughed around the dinner table, and generally had a good time. By comparison, “Ozzie and Harriet’s” clan seemed bizarre.
I graduated NYU, then decided to go into the movie business. I was stunningly brilliant at a job interview with my uncle, who was President of United Artists, and was immediately hired. It set me off on a climb up the executive ladder, culminating in my becoming President of Marketing for Tri-Star Pictures. The movie landscape is filled with the movies I buried; for every “Rambo”, “The Natural” and “Rocky”, there are countless disasters.
I did manage to find the time to marry and have two children, both of whom are doing very well, and fortunately neither has inherited my eccentricities.
A number of years ago, I left the movie marketing business, to the sustained applause of hundreds of disgruntled producers and directors. I decided to try my hand at writing. I wrote and sold a bunch of feature films, none of which ever came close to being actually filmed, and then a bunch of TV movies, some of which actually made it to the small screen. It’s safe to say that their impact on the American cultural scene has been minimal.
About fourteen years ago, my wife and I started the Tara Foundation, named in honor of the greatest Golden Retriever the world has ever known. We rescued almost 4,000 dogs, many of them Goldens, and found them loving homes. Our own home quickly became a sanctuary for those dogs that we rescued that were too old or sickly to be wanted by others. They surround me as I write this. It’s total lunacy, but it works, and they are a happy, safe group.