Y Is For Yesterday

Y Is For Yesterday

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"The darkest and most disturbing case report from the files of Kinsey Millhone, Y is for Yesterday begins in 1979, when four teenage boys from an elite private school sexually assault a fourteen-year-old classmate--and film the attack. Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state's evidence and two of his peers are convicted. But the ringleader escapes without a trace. Now, it's 1989 and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a virtual prisoner of his ever-watchful parents--until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That's when the McCabes call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. But he's not the only one being haunted by the past. A vicious sociopath with a grudge against Millhone may be leaving traces of himself for her to find."--
Publisher: New York : G. P. Putnam's Sons, c2017.
ISBN: 9780399163852
Characteristics: 483 pages ; 24 cm.

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DavidSpencer99
Apr 01, 2018

While I agree with the others who noted various disconnects in plot or details, I still found it an engaging read. During the 60s, I spent a few years in "Santa Teresa" and really enjoy the local color of the author's pseudo-geography. I was disappointed in Sloan's demise, happy to see Austin, Fritz, and Ned get what they deserved, and frustrated that Bayard didn't. The Kinsey group's story seemed a bit weak, but Henry's altruism is truly admirable. Too bad there'll never be a "Z is for..." because I think Killer had real potential for character development.

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FearlessVicki
Mar 15, 2018

Vale Sue....I have enjoyed so many hours of happiness with Kinsey and Henry and the others who made your series so wonderful. If you have not read Sue's series, just start on your favourite letter and let the atmosphere, the characters and setting (the softer times of no mobile phones in California) sweep over you. Farewell, Kinsey and Sue and thank you!

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bava2460
Mar 13, 2018

This is the second time I've read this book. Upon hearing of Sue Graftons untimely demise I wanted to read it one last time. Her family says there is no Z to the series, that it ends at Y. I will miss her writing!

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njon38
Mar 13, 2018

Her final novel and she acquitted herself admirably. I have long enjoyed this series, liked the early ones best but this was an enjoyable read.

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kaylenebrady
Feb 08, 2018

I'm guessing the people giving it 5 stars were influenced by her sad passing. I've never struggled to get through a Kinsey Millhone book as I did with this one. The technical errors and implausibility were off the charts. Perhaps her illness had something to do with it. Her editors did her memory an injustice with this one.

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gogo12127
Jan 30, 2018

The darkest and most disturbing case report from the files of Kinsey Millhone begins in 1979, at an elite private school that sets a high bar for academic achievement and turns a blind eye to the risky behavior and social sabotage students use to get what they want.
With absentee parents and the money to make mistakes disappear, they are free to make their own rules.

That is, until four teenage boys sexually assault a freshman – and film the attack.
Not long after, the tape goes missing and the suspected thief, a fellow classmate, is murdered. In the investigation that follows, one boy turns state's evidence and two of his peers are convicted; however, the ringleader disappears without a trace.

Now it's ten years later and one of the perpetrators, Fritz McCabe, has been released from prison. Moody, unrepentant, and angry, he is a stunted child expecting to pick up his old friendships – until a copy of the missing tape arrives with a ransom demand. That's when the parents call Kinsey Millhone for help. As she is drawn into their family drama, she keeps a watchful eye on Fritz. He's not the only one being haunted from the past, however. The vicious sociopath last seen in X has a grudge against Kinsey and is leaving traces of himself to find. . .
(Description/synopsis, presumably provided by the publisher, slightly edited from book jacket flap.)

As most people know, Sue Grafton died this past month on December 28th, so sadly this will be the last of her alphabet mystery series. It's fitting that she went out in grand style. I have read some reviews that criticized the book for being too long, and while it may, in fact, be a tad long, it didn't affect the pleasure I got from reading the book. I have read also some reviews that criticized the book for its two story lines, commenting that it complicated the narrative. Posh, I say. Both story lines interested me.

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llwboston
Jan 29, 2018

After months on the waiting list, I got the library notice that Y is for Yesterday was available to borrow just a few days afer Sue Grafton passed away. So my reading was shadowed by the sad knowledge that this would be the last new Kinsey Milhone adventure.
I loved the "Kinsey" part of the book, as our tenacious PI juggles a new blackmail case with the ongoing menace of Ned Lowe, the serial killer who almost made Kinsey his victim in X. I got caught up in Kinsey's daily stress over the mundane details of making sure that home and office are secure, weapons are in place, the need to stay away from isolated places at night, while she soldiered on in her investigations. Two cases means two different mysteries, double amount suspenseful twists and two climaxes, one where Kinsey cleverly nabs a suspect just in the nick of time, the other problem solved with the help of an unlikely compatriot.
I did not love the "yesterday" chapters, detailing the 10-year-old backstory of the murder and other events that are the foundation of the blackmail scheme. Long and implausible. Other than the murder victim there are no sympathetic characters, and it made no sense that these loosely connected individuals would be hanging out together ten years after the murder, especially with the muderer! I finished never understanding the motive for the blackmail.

The appeal of any PI novel is that we follow along with the detective on her discovery. This is diminished when the narrative shifts to other characters, so that the reader knows things the detective does not.

A few minor developments in Kinsey's personal life suggest bigger changes may have come in the never to be written Z is for Zero. While I am sad that there will be no new adventures I am fine with leaving Kinsey where she is in her life, housesharing with Henry, puzzling over human foibles, munching on peanut butter and pickle sandwiches and saving the innocents of Santa Theresa, one case at a time. Thank you, Sue Grafton, for giving us the intrepid Kinsey who persevered through Alibi, Burglar, Corpse, Deadbeat, Evidence,Fugitive,Gumshoe,Homicide, Innocent, Judgement, Killer, Lawless, Malice, Noose, Outlaw, Peril, Quarry, Ricochet, Silence,Tresspass, Undertow, Vengeance, Wasted, X and Yesterday.

ehbooklover Jan 22, 2018

I can't possibly give Y is for Yesterday anything less than 5 stars. I did not want to finish it since this was the last Kinsey Millhone book that I'll ever read for the first time but it was so darn good that I could not stop. Grafton was one of the only authors that I could always count on to write books that I absolutely, totally loved every single time. I will miss her and Kinsey a great deal. A wonderful end to a series that I may just have to read again some day.

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Spirit_of_Che
Jan 21, 2018

Definitely not one of her best. Way, way too long. My interest waxed and waned through the entire novel until I couldn't take it any longer. I gave up 100 pages from the end when I realised I don't care what happens to any of them. As I said, this book should've been around 200 pages, then perhaps it would've been readable.

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bookpusher
Jan 20, 2018

Sad that the alphabet now ends is Y. RIP Sue!

I have waited in anticipation each year for the new letter to come out! I will truly miss Kinsey and her index cards and her typewriter! And Henry!! <3

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Oct 07, 2017

I spent the next couple of hours reading a mystery novel by Elmore Leonard, marveling as I always did at his ear for low-life dialogue.
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Oct 07, 2017

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Odd how fate is so often embedded in the aftermath of a simple conversation.
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He treated you like dirt. Insulted, berated. I don’t think I ever heard him say a nice word to you. And there you were, falling all over yourself promising to love, honor, and obey.
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Oct 07, 2017

Her smile became more winsome, as though she were being witty instead of rude. Just my luck. Bitchy and brittle as a dry stick.
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Oct 07, 2017

That’s because good news is usually too boring to repeat. The cold hard truth will fall on stony ground, whereas your all-around trashy rumor will flourish like a weed.
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“A Kentucky driver’s license, which looked all right, but might have been counterfeit. I’ve never seen a real one, so there was no way I could challenge him even if it had occurred to me.”
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‘Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.’ These days we’re admonished to be modest about our accomplishments, which spoils all the fun.”

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Oct 07, 2017

For the first time, I felt sorry for him. Not that he needed my pity or my dismay, but I knew now how small his life had become.
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I stepped over the dog again, pausing to watch him whimper and twitch in the throes of some doggie dream.
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She said it sounded like depression and I should pick up a bottle of Saint-John’s-wort. Now I find out if you’re taking it, you’re supposed to use backup birth control . . . you know, like a condom or something, just to be safe.”
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Oct 07, 2017

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An awareness of the perils unique to womanhood: rape and physical assault at the hands of strangers and acquaintances alike. The majority of rapes are perpetrated by men we know, a sad cause for reflection when embarking on the dating scene.
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Oct 07, 2017

A mother with too many small kids:
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Get here in the next hour and she can witness feeding time. It’s better than the zoo.
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Oct 07, 2017

I was looking at the end of a marriage, the final flicker as that last wee ember winked and went out.
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You think I’m a dope? Now I’m a dope with a gun...
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You said shut your ‘big mother’ instead of shut your big mouth. Talk about a Freudian slip. That’s hysterical.
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He reminded me of Pinocchio. As clever as he thought he was, he was gullible, likely to fall into bad company.
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He’d learned to toss painful issues into little boxes with the lids nailed shut; this when he was five years old and his parents got divorced. Even at that age, he recognized the jeopardy he was in. He was the focus of the hostilities—not his person, but the fact that he was Tigg and Joan Montgomery’s only begotten son. They quarreled, through their attorneys, over legal custody, physical custody, visitation, child support, schooling, and every other decision that was made from the moment they separated.

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