The Magician’s Tale By David Hunt Review by Jerry Pat Bolton

August 11, 2009 at 5:43 pm (mystery, Suspense Novels) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

The Magician's Tale


When you read a good book it is a satisfying experience that non-readers can never experience. To read the words an author has pounded out on their typewriter, and there are still those who use the old relic, or more commonly these days, the computer, and the words are aligned correctly to give you a rush is like an orgasm simile. There are many such books, with many such words; they are as familiar as there are readers who seek them out. But when you find yourself within the pages of a book where the words are not only placed in the correct order, they are cemented there with an élan for mesmerizing those who have happily found themselves inside the writer’s mind and, as they read, understand that this one is special.


Such is David Hunt’s The Magician’s Tale. Hunt has woven a tale of sordid intrigue set among “The Gulch,” a part of San Francisco where chicken hawks scour the meat rack for new conquests. This is where Kay Farrow, a color blind photographer has chosen to expose to the world via her camera. The telling of this story moves with grace and aplomb in this underclass society and where Kay develops an unlikely friendship with Tim, one of the male hustlers. When Tim is murdered in a most gristly manner Kay goes on a quest to find his killer, camera in hand, to expose the horror to the world.


As she follows her camera’s eye Kay goes from the bottom of the social ladder to its pinnacle as she follows the malodorous odor to the crème de la crème of San Francisco culture. The manner in which Tim was slain had a familiar ring to an unsolved murder from years back. Her father, then a policeman, and others were persuaded to retire because of sloppy police work, allowing the killer to escape. Kay also unearths a link from Tim’s past, a purported “uncle,” and through him discovers that the slain street hustler had a twin, a female twin.


The ins and outs of The Magician’s Tale are told in such a way as to have the reader on the edge of that preverbal seat throughout the story. David Hunt, a master story teller, is much more, as The Magician’s Tale bears out. He goes places, and writes about places and people most of us only whisper about and he does it so expertly that the cringe factor is minimal, but very much there. But by the time you have finished The Magician’s Tale you will have been down in the Gulch with Kay, experiencing life unimaginable and following the trail high above it all on Russian Hill. You will stand next to the street people and their sordid life in most people opinion, including the love of a brother and a sister. You will find yourself, if not approving, in awe at the manner this author ties it all together in such a way that, if you are not careful, will bring an itinerant tear to your eyes.

  Jerry Pat Bolton / Unholy Pursuit Now For Purchase / $15.95
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