Penzler Pick, February 2002: This thriller from the author of Hart's War is addictive. Analyst Dr. Frederick Starks has just turned 53 and, on his birthday, receives a letter informing him that he has ruined the letter-writer's life and now his own life is about to be ruined.
Starks must solve a riddle, he is told. He must find out whose life he ruined within two weeks. If he does not, he must kill himself. If he does not kill himself, then those nearest and dearest to him will be killed. The letter is signed, Rumpelstiltskin. At first Starks is dismissive--but he does call relatives to see that they are all right. Not all of them are. In fact Starks is convinced that the letter writer is deadly serious when he discovers how the birthday of his 14-year-old great-niece was ruined. He must now engage in the game or be responsible for the lives of others.
While he works frantically to try and unlock the past and find whose life he could possibly have ruined, Rumpelstiltskin is also busy. Within hours of receiving that first shattering letter, one of Dr. Starks's patients throws himself under a subway train, though Starks knows the patient was not suicidal.
When the police tell him that a couple and a homeless woman saw the man jump, Starks tries to find them. He finds only the homeless woman, who tells him that she was given money by the couple to tell what she witnessed. Starks is certain that Rumpelstiltskin must be one of the couple, but he's wrong. It's even more sinister than that, and when he meets the accomplices, he realizes that his adversary has been planning his revenge for years.
Soon, Starks's life is spiraling downward. There is nothing hidden from Rumpelstiltskin. His credit cards, his bank accounts, his patients, his homes in Manhattan and in Massachusetts, his reputation--nothing and no one is safe as Starks races against time as his world shrinks and his options run out. The clock is ticking as he hunts a ruthless psychopath who always seems to be one step ahead of him. As Starks tries to figure out what to do besides react to his life spinning out of control, he uses his training, his dwindling resources, and every weapon available to him to combat this relentless and deadly foe. --Otto Penzler
From Library Journal
Katzenbach (Hart's War) never writes the same book twice, nor does he use the same plot devices or characters. His latest opens as New York City psychoanalyst Frederick (Ricky) Starks receives an anonymous missive saying that Starks has ruined the writer's life and that he has ten days in which to discover his or her identity. If he fails, he must commit suicide; if he does not comply with this order, someone in his family will suffer or die. At first Ricky is disoriented and unable to function effectively, but he soon begins to take action. Using his research skills, he finds that a former patient was so despondent that she killed herself, leaving three children as orphans. But this information is not enough to save Ricky's life. Thus, he goes on a journey of self-discovery, calling upon unknown depths of endurance and using his medical training in order to survive. This masterfully told thriller is impossible to put down and equally impossible to forget. For all fiction collections. Jo Ann Vicarel, Cleveland Heights-University Heights P.L., OH Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc.
From Booklist
Katzenbach, two-time Edgar Award nominee for In the Heat of the Summer (1982) and The Shadow Man (1995), puts a suspense spin on the Rumplestiltskin fairy tale. An Upper East Side psychoanalyst, Dr. Frederick Starks spends his fifty-third birthday at his practice "listening to people complain about their mothers." When his last patient leaves, he finds a letter in the waiting room. The letter writer, who only identifies himself as a former patient, gives Starks an ultimatum: the patient will kill one of Starks' relatives within two weeks, unless Starks either correctly identifies him in an ad placed in the New York Times or kills himself. The threat is quickly made real when Starks learns that his teenage niece (who shares his birthday) has received a note promising sexual assault and torture. Katzenbach ratchets up the suspense with every page: as Starks embarks on his mental odyssey through 20 years of treatment to discover the identity of his tormentor, he is constantly besieged by more moves from the other side--false charges of seducing a patient, loss of his credit cards, loss of his status. Starks is in the position of fighting for his life and that of an unknown but soon-to-be-killed relative, while his abilities and sanity are steadily being eroded. Ticking-clock suspense. Connie Fletcher
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Analyst FROM OUR EDITORS
The Barnes & Noble Review
Psychological suspense thrillers are often framed around a hero psychiatrist attempting to save a doomed patient or working with the police to bring some insane culprit to justice. Rarely is the psychiatrist himself the party under attack, and so John Katzenbach has managed to bring a rarely seen element to the forefront of his work.
On his 53rd birthday, Dr. Fredrick "Ricky" Stark receives a chilling letter from "Rumplestiltskin," threatening to destroy one of Ricky's relatives in two weeks' time. Mr. Skin is presumably one of Ricky's former patients who wants revenge for some wrong done to him, either real or imagined. Ricky has only two opportunities to save his family and thwart his adversary: Before the deadline he must either kill himself or discover Skin's true identity. To be fair, Skin will answer three yes-or-no questions, using the ads page of The New York Times. But Skin isn't alone: Two companions named Merlin and Virgil also help drive Ricky to distraction, after molestation charges are brought against him and he's left without finances or aid from any source.
The Analyst is a gripping and often startling read in the arena of suspense. There may be a few rather unrealistic leaps in plotting, but you'll easily forgive Katzenbach's narrative devices because of the smoothness of his writing and the powerful draw of his story. His protagonist's journey is ultimately ours as well, one of pain and courage, desperation and eventual redemption. Just as circumstances in the author's work twist into a taut mystery that entwines his characters, the skillful prose will similarly grip the reader. You'll find The Analyst nearly impossible to put down. (Tom Piccirilli)
FROM THE PUBLISHER
"Happy fifty-third birthday, Doctor. Welcome to the first day of your death." "When a mysterious letter bearing these threatening words is delivered to Dr. Frederick Starks, his predictable life is thrown into chaos. Suddenly, the psychoanalyst is plunged into a horrific game designed by a man who calls himself Rumplestiltskin. The rules: in two weeks Starks must guess Rumplestiltskin's identity and the source of his fury. If he succeeds, he goes free. If he fails, one by one, Rumplestiltskin will destroy Dr. Stark's loved ones - friends, relatives, children - unless the good doctor agrees to kill himself." "You ruined my life. And now I fully intend to ruin yours." Ignoring the threat is not an option. When one of his patients dies under the wheels of a subway train and a detective investigating the case is struck by a hit-and-run driver, Starks know his tormentor means business. And then there are the messengers sent to guide Starks on his descent, from the seductive woman in a trench coat who calls herself Virgil to a lawyer named Merlin who concocts a spell of havoc and lies. His bank account rifled, his credit ruined, and his reputation dragged through the mud, Starks must rouse himself from the cocoon of his life, unlock the secret of Rumplestiltskin, and find a way to stop the madman - before he himself is driven mad.
SYNOPSIS
Happy 53rd birthday, Doctor. Welcome to the first day of your death.
When a mysterious letter bearing these threatening words is delivered to Dr. Frederick Starks, his predictable life is thrown into chaos. Suddenly, the psychoanalyst is plunged into a horrific game designed by a man who calls himself Rumplestiltskin.
FROM THE CRITICS
Library Journal
This analyst is being stalked. Next February, Katzenbach's Hart's War will debut as a movie starring Bruce Willis and Colin Firth, and his new book has been snatched for film production as well. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Katzenbach's finest hour is the tale of a widowed New York psychotherapist roused from the cocoon of his habitual rounds by an anonymous letter-a letter threatening him with a fate worse than death. The plot unfolded by Dr. Frederick Starks's nemesis, who calls himself Rumplestiltskin, is startlingly simple. In revenge for Ricky's neglect of one unnamed patient of the hundreds he's treated, Mr. Skin is going to "destroy"-maybe kill, maybe ruin, maybe damage irreparably-one of his dozens of relatives in exactly two weeks, unless Ricky either identifies his malign correspondent or kills himself in the meantime. Just to make things more fun, Rumplestiltskin throws out a few hints to his identity and offers to answer three yes-or-no questions about himself over the allotted time (the detail that most decisively marks the ensuing thrills as synthetic, however intense). Persuaded of his adversary's bona fides by a nasty incident involving a nephew's daughter, Ricky sets to work figuring out who he is, but he's taunted and terrified at every turn by repeated run-ins with two employees of his nemesis, a lawyer with the magical name of Merlin and a woman calling herself Virgil, after Dante's guide to Hell. Meanwhile, Rumplestiltskin has lost no time isolating Ricky from the rest of the world by driving one of his current patients to suicide, arranging to have charges of sexual abuse brought against him, canceling his credit cards, seizing his financial assets, stealthily invading his apartment, and finally driving him out of the city. Facing an impossible deadline in a paranoid frenzy, Ricky takes the only way out he can imagine, setting the stage for an equally breathtaking, though rather morepredictable, second act. Hokey, gimmicky, and flatly unbelievable-but even readers immune to the erratic charms of Katzenbach's earlier thrillers (Hart's War, 2000, etc.) will find themselves powerless to stop after page ten. Author tour