Every morning when I walk by Dunkin Donuts at the train station there is a line of people buying coffee. I’m not a fan of their coffee but considering they sell over 30 cups of coffee per second, many are. I walk past and go to one of the several small cafés or even the ubiquitous coffee shop of Pequod’s first mate. As I was reading J.L. Abramo’s upcoming release, Coney Island Avenue (Down & Out Books), I realized that this book wasn’t for me, but that doesn’t mean that others would not enjoy it.
The novel is a continuation of Abramo’s Gravesend which is set in the Homicide Division of the 61st Precinct of the New York City Police Department. Set in the summer, a young couple is executed in a Coney Island apartment. As the detectives begin to investigate these gruesome murders, more dead bodies get discovered.
In telling the story of Coney Island Avenue, Abramo’s chooses to use rapid fire segments of only a few paragraphs in length. I found this narrative style which focuses on jumping between many plot lines confusing. Did I mention there are characters? Abramo even begins Coney Island Avenue with a “Cast of Characters” — there are 58!
But to mangle my metaphor from the start of this review, even though Abramo’s book might not be my cup of tea, it could easily be yours.