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A review by amalyndb
There's Nothing to Be Afraid Of by Marcia Muller
5.0
These mystery novels offer an unintentional glimpse into issues during the late 1970s and 1980s, some of which are issues again today.
Sharon McCone is contracted by a refugee assistance agency. There had been emigration on a large scale of people from Vietnam, people who had lost everything. They had been housed throughout San Francisco wherever cheap housing could be found. In one apartment building, referred to as a Tenderloin hotel, someone has been trying to terrorize residents: creepy shadows in the stairwells, howling noises in the furnace room, and random power loss to the building.
Soon after she begins to investigate, one of the young men in the building is found murdered in the furnace room.
A lot of elements intertwine: a porn producer promising a young immigrant woman her break into show business through his films, the clash between maintaining traditional cultural identity versus assimilating American experiences, religious zealot street preachers and a homeless man who communicates predominantly through quoting Yeats.
This one doesn't end with a dead perpetrator.
Sharon McCone is contracted by a refugee assistance agency. There had been emigration on a large scale of people from Vietnam, people who had lost everything. They had been housed throughout San Francisco wherever cheap housing could be found. In one apartment building, referred to as a Tenderloin hotel, someone has been trying to terrorize residents: creepy shadows in the stairwells, howling noises in the furnace room, and random power loss to the building.
Soon after she begins to investigate, one of the young men in the building is found murdered in the furnace room.
A lot of elements intertwine: a porn producer promising a young immigrant woman her break into show business through his films, the clash between maintaining traditional cultural identity versus assimilating American experiences, religious zealot street preachers and a homeless man who communicates predominantly through quoting Yeats.
This one doesn't end with a dead perpetrator.