Killing
Paparazzi, 2001
ISBN: 0312289022
Publisher: St. Martin's Minotaur
$23.95 Binding: Hardcover
Publication Date: January, 2002
Five years after blowing up LAX, by
mistake...
Former baby-portrait photographer
Nina Zero is released from a nickel stretch for manslaughter at
California Institute for Women. She buys a hot camera and drives
to Vegas to marry an English tabloid photographer. She needs money.
He needs a green card. They both need sex. It's a marriage made
in heaven that swiftly goes to hell when hubby floats to the surface
of Lake Hollywood one week later, deader than a Doberman's chew
toy.
The Englishman isn't the only snuffed
snapper, and as the newest ex-con off the cell block, Nina ranks
as the chief suspect. Her parole officer threatens to bust her
chops and the cops want to bus her back to prison but if she hunts
down the killer she risks a bullet through her lens. Prison bars
or a paparazza's grave. Some choice.
What's a formerly nice girl to do
except kick butt?
At turns thrilling and hilarious,
Killing Paparazzi roller blades through the sun- and blood-soaked
streets of a culture obsessed with the pursuit of celebrity.
Advance -
the Ingram Book Magazine Annotation
Nina Zero is a girl who attracts
serious trouble--of the guns-a-blazing, knife-in-the-back variety.
The "electrifying" demise of heavy metal group Death
Row in a hotel hot tub gives Nina the opportunity to launch a new
career as a paparazza. By turns hilarious and thrilling, Eversz
has written a sharp sequel to his novel, Shooting Elvis.
LOS
Los Angeles Times Review
February 13, 2002
Hard-boiled heroine Nina Zero was headed for prison at the fade-out of her last
caper, Robert M. Eversz's Shooting Elvis (1996). Among other things, she'd
unwittingly been responsible for blowing up a large part of LAX. She's at large
and almost in charge in the author's new Killing Paparazzi (St. Martin's
Minotaur, $23.95, 310 pages). Tougher than beef jerky and considerably more cynical
and wary than when she entered stir, Nina is quick to accept $2,000 for marrying
a British photographer in need of a green card. They part on less than friendly
terms, but when he becomes victim No. 3 in a series of paparazzi murders, she,
by then a member of the shutterbug trade herself, decides to hunt down the killer.
All the standard thriller elements are present, but Eversz's sardonic style and
contemporary noir attitude transform them into fresh and flippant entertainment. "Killing," like
its predecessor, is a street-smart, razor-sharp combination of crime fiction
and Southern California social commentary. Here's narrator Nina on vanity billboards
and the power of celebrity: "Further down Sunset, Madonna strained against her
plywood frame with breasts big enough to crush small cars, Nathan Lane mugged
with a mouse the size of a killer whale and the 30-foot-tall sunglassed face
of Jack Nicholson howled at the moon. One Halloween or Oscar night they might
come alive, leap free of the plywood, paint and paper that bound them, and with
bodies to match the size of their stardom trample Hollywood to dust."
Booklist
Review
January 2001, page 817
Everesz' hip thrillers sizzle with flashes
of mordant wit and merciless mocking of Hollywood pretensions. Shooting
Elvis (1996) introduced baby photographer turned revenging she-devil
Nina Zero, who's back on the street after serving hard time for a spectacular
crime spree. One man got her into that bizarre mess, and now another
one gets her into a whole new world of violent trouble. Her green-card
marriage to Brit Gabe, a paparazzo, or "princess killer",
is supposed to be all business, but Nina, who quickly joins into his
despised, dangerous, but lucrative profession, falls in love only to
become a widow hell-bent on finding and punishing her husband's killer.
Her pursuit takes her into the weird, vampirish realm of the paparazzi,
the tabloid racket, and the sanctum sanctorum of C.a.'s richest and
most decadent stars and real-estate pirates. The ensuing kinky-sex blackmail
plot is neatly done, but it's Eversz's killer sense of humor and Nina's
extreme rage, toughness, and quest for justice that make this smart
and stylish mystery hum. - Donna Seaman
BookPage
Review
Washington
Post Book World Review
Reviewed by Richard Lipez - Sunday, December 16, 2001
Tabloid Tinseltown: The city of Los
Angeles, the Mother Church of noir film and fiction, has rarely been
more gloriously crummy than in Robert M. Eversz's Killing Paparazzi
(St. Martin's Minotaur, $23.95). This sequel to Shooting Elvis
(1996) is as scabrously funny as Eversz's first novel featuring Nina
Zero, née Mary Alice Baker, a young woman whose impatience with
moral corruption is only a little less powerful than her hapless attraction
to its many L.A. practitioners. Zero's is a wonderful fictional voice
-- supple-minded, sexy, by turns tender and vulnerable and, when necessary,
adroit at using punk attitude as a shield or a club.
A onetime Angelino, Eversz has lived
in Prague for most of the last nine years, but his feel for L.A.'s essential
creepiness has never been more acute. During daylight hours, the city's
sidewalks -- this is Zero's first-person narrative -- "look merely
empty. At night, they look neutron bombed. Humanity diminishes to dash-lit
faces framed by automobile glass, and the ragged figures of the homeless
racking up shopping-cart miles. . . . This was the city I liked best,
an absence of cars, of brightly lit store interiors peopled by mannequins,
a city where the few survivors gathered at gas stations like frightened
animals to drink their fill and vanish back into the night."
No, most of the people who gas up at
3 a.m. in L.A. aren't really "frightened animals" -- they
probably just work late or early -- but the noir style is, above all,
about point of view, and Zero's is warped. She escaped an abusive poor
family only to place her trust in the wrong men, including a boyfriend
whose scams resulted in a five-year prison term for Zero after she shot
several bad people and inadvertently blew up a section of LAX.
"I'd always been a good liar, even
when I thought I was telling the truth," Zero says, so she should
have been wary when Gabriel Burns described himself as "a complete
rotter. Haven't told the straight truth about anything for twenty-two
years and counting." On parole, Zero agrees to a green-card marriage
to Burns, an English photographer with visa problems, in return for
the $2,000 she hopes to use to launch her own career in photography.
During their Las Vegas "honeymoon," Zero falls for Burns,
in her own confused way, and then is devastated when he turns up beaten
and stabbed to death.
The background to Burns's and other
murders in Killing Paparazzi is "Chinatown"-style corrupt
politics and real-estate maneuvering, but the foreground is nearly as
blood-curdling: the supermarket-tabloid celebrity-photo business. Burns
is one of its aces, and he brags that "most people just call me
'princess killer.' " Zero's pal and mentor, Frank Adams, has fled
a left-wing weekly and moved to the tabs, "which he thought contained
the most radical writing in America. The alternative newspapers had
sold out to a radical chic consumerism as bourgeois as mainstream culture
but the tabloid press he thought a great medium for ridiculing the American
obsessions with wealth and fame."
These would-be Swifts and Menckens,
if you buy that line, can land in hot water when, like Burns, they cultivate
"a talent for the unflattering shot" -- or if a shot is worse
than unflattering and could end the career of a star pulling down $20
million a picture, and extortion and blackmail enter into the mix. As
Zero goes after Burns's killer -- naturally she's mistrusted and unloved
by the L.A. cops -- she admits to herself that she isn't "a professional
investigator or even a talented amateur. My greatest asset was desperation,"
she says. That desperation, along with Eversz's considerable talent,
infuses this terrific thriller with tension and feeling, and will leave
readers wanting more of Nina Zero.
Kirkus:
When photographer Nina Zero, who accidentally
killed a couple of guys and totaled one wing of LAX in Shooting Elvis
(1996), is paroled after five years, the first thing she does is reinsert
her earrings and nose stud. The second is marry Englishman Gabriel Burns,
a freelance tabloid photographer, in exchange for $2,000 and a sexy
weekend in Vegas. But then (oops) Burns is tortured and killed, and
Nina, who swears she used to be a good girl when she was Mary Alice
Baker, is soon terrorizing in the nicest possible way anyone who may
have murdered her bridegroom to pull him off the big story involving
a politician, a teenage heartthrob, four hookers, and a gal teaching
a dog very naughty tricks. Her parole officer nears apoplexy, two homicide
cops hassle her, two more associates of Burns die, and negatives substantiating
the big story disappear. Nina responds by picking some locks, bashing
some private eyes, and chasing down a Mercedes in a tanklike vintage
Caddy. She sells a few pictures, shoots off a few toes, and decides
who's guilty. But (oops) she's wrong, winds up in a locked car trunk,
and has to dial 911 on her cell phone to makes matters come out right.Can
a heroine whose tire-iron yearns for kneecaps still seem vulnerable
and cuddly? Sure. Eversz may have pinned Nina down in the noir part
of LA and given her heart to her abusive daddy, but if she moved to
Trenton, she and Stephanie Plum would be the two most adorably dangerous
gals in town.
PW:
Raymond Chandler's mean streets were
never like those traversed in this new satirical novel by the author
of Shooting Elvis. Nina Zero, Mary Alice Baker, is paroled after
serving five years for blowing up LAX airport by mistake. Starting a
new life for herself, she's going to earn two thousand dollars by marrying,
so that her new English husband can obtain a green card. There's more:
when members of a heavy-metal band called Death Row are electrocuted
in a hotel hot tub, she sells pictures of their demise to a one-man
photo agency and signs on as a paparazza. At last, she seems to have
found her calling. But someone is killing L.A. paparazzi. As if that
weren't enough, her husband's body is found beaten and stabbed. Properly
enraged, Nina resolves to track down the killer herself. There's the
expected unexpected ending, but half the fun is getting there in this
noirish ramble across L.A.'s seedy underbelly, most notably Nina's deadpan
narration ("Frank was one of those guys who could take a bite at
the beginning of a sentence, chew through the middle and lunge for another
bite without so much as a comma to separate mouthfuls"). Along
the way Eversz manages to satirize rock groups, television, the glitterati
and California correctional facilities, among other tempting targets.
Guardian
Unlimited Review:
When it comes to zany, there is no better
protagonist than Robert Eversz's anti-heroine Nina Zero. In Shooting
Elvis , the former baby-portrait photographer and Generation-X role
model somehow managed to blow up Los Angeles International airport.
After a five-year prison sentence Nina is back in Killing Paparazzi
(Macmillan, £9.99), and her bad luck follows her as she is quickly
accused of the murder of local photojournalists. Thrilling and hilarious,
this is tongue-in-cheek crime with a sardonic twist.
Scotland
Online:
Steven Bell's bizarre interview with
Nina Zero, heroine of Killing Paparazzi.