The Blue Place (Aud Torvingen #1)
Aud Torvingen, an ex-cop, is currently working as a self-defense instructor and bodyguard. Her current client is seemingly a cinch - a diplomat's daughter who needs 'more of a babysitter than a bodygua ...more
It's hard to write about this one without spoilers, because so much of it concerns how situations affect Aud, how her authentic self plays hide and seek, and how the events form the chains they do. The prose is spectacular throughout.
6/2009 I love this boo ...more
Aud Torvingen is a hell of a character. She’s six feet tall of toughness, danger, ass-kicking, emotionally complex, Scandinavian blondness. A Norwegian expat living in Atlanta, Georgia, Torvingen consults for the police (she’s an ex-cop), works as a bodyguard, teaches self-defense, crafts her own furniture, tends her garden, and constantly thinks about the best way to kill someone.
And I lapped all this no-nonsense up. In a move uncharacteristic of me ...more
The writing style leans heavily towards a bildungsroman, with heavy introspection and analysis rather than plot development.
Meanwhile, pages and pages are dedicated to character development that isn't relevant to the story; the editing process could use more work.
Aud as a character i ...more
The Blue Place features Aud, an ex-cop, self-defense expert, and butch lesbian hottie who walks the sultry streets of Atlanta casually speculating about how to kill everyone she meets--even the beautiful woman with nice-smelling hair she discovers fleeing the scene of a particularly nasty arson.
The attention N ...more
While out for a walk one night, former police officer Aud Torvington nearly slams into a women running in the opposite direction. As the woman leaves a house explodes in a violent plume of flames. When the same woman later hires Aud to discover who set the explosion, she finds herself accepting the job, much to her own surprise.
Aud is a ...more
Still, it's not high literature, but I'm assuming that's not what you're lookin ...more
But then Aud and her client do a spot of ...more
"I made a pretty terrible joke with myself when I began drafting notes for this review. I said “Hmm. Aud Torvingen is like an Atalanta from Atlanta!” Were you to read The Blue Place, though, you might agree with me that the comparison between Aud and Atalanta is more than a little on the nose. They’re both light on their feet; they both refuse to comply with notions of what a ‘proper woman’ should do, think or resemble. That said, I’d rather chase Aud than a golden ...more
The way Griffith handled the violent scenes was amazing, I just loved the stream-of-consciousness thing, like here:
"It unfolded like a stop-motion film of a blooming rose: bright, beautiful and blindingly fast. And I wanted to laugh as I ducked and lunged; wanted to sing as I sank my fist wrist deep in ...more
The main character, Aud Torvingen, is a lesbian ex-policewoman from Norway now working as a bodyguard and self defense instructor in Atlanta. I mention the character's sexuality because she appears to be some sort of idealized Nordic fantasy: tall, strong, beautiful, wealthy, stylish and deadly to the point of absurdi ...more
I've been looking forward to this book, and this author, for a long time as I've heard high praise of them from people I trust to have good taste in stories. And I'd saved the book up for holiday reading so I was almost expecting to be disappointed. I wasn't disappointed.
Griffith brings characters to life in realistic ways, her main character Aud Torvingen is supposed to be quite a cool headed character and could easily have come over as cardboardy even with first person narration to show us th...more
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"Yes." I stopped four feet away.
She shook her hand at her side, lifted it, looked at it. "I hit him. He came down the stairs and I hit him. I really hit him. I've spent years wondering if I could, wondering what I'd do if it happened to me, if I'd been the one in front of that theatre...." She looked at her hand again, fascinated. "I hit him, and he ran away."
The realization of what she had done, the exhilaration of her own strength rushed into her, like champagne rushing to fill lead crystal. She shimmered with it, she fizzed. I wanted to lift her in both hands, drink her down, drain her, feel the foam inside me, curling around heart, lungs, stomach.
I stepped closer. She lifted her chin. Closer still.
"Wolf eyes," she whispered, and I could feel her breath on my throat, "so pale and hungry.”