Vicki Hendrick's latest, Cruel Poetry, is a surrealistic noirish journey through the seediest sections of Miami's South Beach and an exploration into the destructive nature that artists/writers face. Renata is the ultimate femme fatale--beautiful, oozing sexuality, and in her own way a force of nature every bit as dangerous as one of the hurricanes that blow through South Florida. Emotionally unavailable, she lives for kicks and sensual pleasure. Jules is a struggling novelist desperate to write a book and hoping to finally win her father's approval. Sexually repressed, she latches onto Renata for inspiration, living next to Renata in the same seedy South Beach Hotel so she can listen in through a hole in the wall to Renata's sexual escapades with both her boyfriend and customers. Renata knows about this and encourages it, glad in her own way to be able to help the creative process. Richard, a poet and professor at a local University, has become one of Renata's regulars. He has also latched onto Renata, desperate for the inspiration he believes her beauty and sensuality can give him to create again. Both Richard and Jules are caught in a downward spiral, both making one mistake after the next. Both are stifled creatively, both are seeking Renata as their muse and cure, and both are stripped bare at the end, literally and figuratively, by their compulsive need to create.
Hendricks pulls no punches--with the sex and the noirish descent these character fall into. Dreamlike, thematically rich, this is the real deal. Noir at it's best. So whether it's that you like your crime fiction populated by dark, twisted souls on a one-way ticket to hell, that you're looking for something out of the norm that's beautifully written, or you just want to read one of the best crime novels out this year, I highly recommend Cruel Poetry.