The central conceit of Duane Swierczynski’s The Blonde is beyond ridiculous but Swierczynski is such a fun writer, he pulls it off anyway.
Anyone who is familiar with my burning hatred for Die Hard 3 will be suitably impressed with the above comment. I have a hard time shutting my brain off when key plot points strain credulity but perhaps this is only the case when suspension of disbelief is pushed beyond its breaking point in earnestness. Plant your tongue firmly in cheek and I am willing to come along for the ride.
So it is with Swierczynski’s The Blonde. A good-looking blonde sits down next to a man in an airport. He says hello and she tells him she just poisoned his drink. And we’re off. Nevermind that the poison involves nano-bots the cause the brain to hemorrhage unless the infected person manages to stay within 20 feet of another infected person. It’s ridiculous but it’s funny and Swierczynski keeps the story rocketing forward at such a break neck pace that you’ll be hard pressed to put the book down until you’re finished.
I read the book in a single day on vacation and then passed it off to my friend Bill who spent the following day with his nose glued to it. Absurd but fun.