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Murder in Central Park
2000
First Published
3.45
Average Rating
264
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Part of Series

When a quiet night atop a bird conservatory in Central Park runs afoul, Donovan is sent off to follow another twisting murder case. With a slew of suspects, Donovan must use his skills to track down the murderer. There's the internet-exhibitionist daughter of a famous beat poet, a pack of rollerblading hoods, a jealous husband and a pair of eccentric scientist all thrown in the mix. Anyone could be the killer.
Avg Rating
3.45
Number of Ratings
29
5 STARS
24%
4 STARS
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3 STARS
31%
2 STARS
14%
1 STARS
7%
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Author

Michael Jahn
Michael Jahn
Author · 10 books

I'm a reporter, photographer, and professional novelist. A newspaperman's son, I began my daily newspaper career at The New York Times, where I was hired in 1968 to cover the music beat (folk, blues, and rock), making me the first full-time rock journalist for major media. That made me well-enough known (or notorious, maybe) so that a few years on I switched to writing fiction, mostly detective novels, and have published 50 books, one of which won the prestigious Edgar Award. In reviewing "Night Rituals" (1982), the New Yorker wrote that "Jahn writes with a flourish that is entirely his own." And they didn't say "and he can keep it too" so I've been using that quote ever since. Right now (2012) I'm publishing Kindle editions of my critically acclaimed Bill Donovan Mysteries, which I published from 1982 to 2008. Up so far: "Murder in Coney Island," "Murder in Central Park," "Murder on Theatre Row," "Murder on the Waterfront," and "Murder at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine" (originally published as "City of God"). My Edgar winner, "The Quark Maneuver," also is up in Kindle. I've begun writing a memoir, not so much of me but of my very unusual ancestors, who had this Forest Gumpian ability to find themselves standing next to fame or infamy. An ancestor on the Spanish side, a sailor, went to Japan with Perry, fought in the Civil War under Farragut (and, I like to think, was the man the Admiral was thinking about when he hollered "Damn the torpedoes ... full speed ahead!"), and later helped rescue a man-eating meteorologist who was frozen in the Arctic ice. My newspaperman dad survived a car chase with Dutch Schultz and drank bourbon on a transcontinental train with Harry Truman. I'll write about all this stuff. Wouldn't you? The working title is "Told to Me by a Sailor who Died (I'll Never Know if the Bastard Lied)." I live in New York City.

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