I met Bryan Gruley years ago when his first book, Starvation Lake, was out. In fact, I took him to lunch, hosted him at the Velma Teague Library, and I still have the tee shirt he gave me with Starvation Lake on it. It’s been a few years since his last book. Kevin Tipple reviews the new one, Bitterfrost.
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Thank you, Kevin, for the review of Bitterfrost.

Have you ever woken up and not had a clue what happened? I don’t mean
a few minutes of disassociation, but full on many minutes of having no clue
what in the heck happened or why you are in the shape you are in? I’ve
done it several times thanks to concussions.
The first, and probably the most traumatic and the probable source of some
of my health and cognitive issues these days, was back in elementary
school many years ago. My parents had always said that I should not play
in the pickup football games before school. That I would get hurt. I did not
listen. One morning, the last memory I have is running to intercept a bigger
kid and make the tackle. I’m told that I got him and his buddy, in anger,
drop kicked my head afterwards as I laid on the ground.
I lost over an hour and a half where I have no memory of what went on. It is
incredibly scary to have no idea what in the heck happened.
Former hockey player Jimmy Baker finds himself in that situation as
Bitterfrost by Bryan Gruley begins. He awakens to a pinging noise in his
head and the smell of blood. He is on his kitchen floor just before four in the
morning, missing a shoe, with torn up knuckles, and a host of other issues.
He is still wearing his IceKings jacket, now with a very bloody sleeve. He
knows he wore that jacket the night before, had it on when he left the
arena, and while he had his one drink at the Lost Loon Tavern. He knows
he spent some time there as it is his nightly ritual, after he puts the
Zamboni away, to lock up the place and hang out at the Lost Loon Tavern.
He has one drink and goes home after a while.
But, something clearly happened. Not only is he wearing evidence that
something happened, there is even more evidence outside his home, and
in his truck. Something really bad happened. He has no clue at all what.
With his record, that makes everything so much worse.
Meanwhile, the state police get a call that there is an abandoned pickup
truck nearby. Upon arrival, they find that somebody failed at trying to burn
the truck. The same truck that has a lot of blood in it. The same truck that is
dumped in close range of Jimmy Baker’s house.
The truck is just inside the jurisdictional boundary of city of Bitterfrost,
Michigan, and that means Detective Garth Klimmek is on the case. A case
that gains urgency as the son of a wealthy man has gone missing. Politics,
media attention, and the finding of a body means the pressure is on to
solve the case fast.
What follows is a highly entertaining read that this review only scratches
the surface. Multiple storylines, personal agendas, family secrets going
back decades, and more is at work in this read that one hopes is the start
of a new series from this very talented author. If you have read Bryan
Gruley before (Starvation Lake, Bleak Harbor, and others), you know that
the complicated mystery will include a lot of references to hockey, wealthy
families and their power, and old murder cases, are always the backbone of
his books. Such is the case here as is a lot more besides. Much of which
should not be discussed so as to not ruin the read.
In short, make sure you read Bitterfrost by Bryan Gruley. The read is very
much worth your time and is strongly recommended.
My reading copy came through NetGalley from the publisher, Severn
House, with no expectation of a review.
Kevin R. Tipple ©2025
Thank you, Lesa, for having me back as well as the plug for my blog. Much appreciated.
Folks, this is a good read. I kept the details to the minimum not to ruin the read. I’ve never met the man, unlike Lesa, but I have been a big fan since reading Starvation Lake. If you have not read him, check this one and his other books out. Not a bad read in the bunch.
Thanks for the review, Kevin. I will add this to my list!
What a great review Kevin; this book sounds too good to miss. I just put it on hold at the library. There is a 26 week wait for the e copy so obviously I am late discovering the author. I was able to get some of his back titles right away.
I’ve never had a concussion but it sounds very scary.
This sounds like a very intriguing read, Kevin, but you make me want to go back and start with Starvation Lake! I know nothing about hockey, except that it has a puck, but I always like to learn things.
Thanks for the review Kevin. Bitter Frost was on my maybe list already but now I’ll get it for sure!
Likely none of us listened to our mothers all the time, but your story of what happened to you in elementary school makes me angry and I hope that ‘buddy’ got in a lot of trouble for what he did to you. What a horrible child. Probably grew up to be a dreadful man too.
He had no consequences at all. It was back in the day when bullying and more was tolerated, if not encouraged by some staff members. Growing up in the 60s and 70s was way different.
Heck, when I was in High School in the late seventies, most of the kids had trucks. Those trucks sat out in the parking lots and had shotgun racks. Those shotgun racks had guns in them year round. Loaded guns. You could leave school early to go hunting during the various open seasons for this and that. It was Dallas, Texas, and just the way it was.
Nobody came into school and started shooting. Nobody even thought of that happening. If you pulled a knife during a fight, you were a punk. It was considered okay for a teacher to grab you and slam you down in your seat or for a coach to kick you in the butt for whatever reason. It was just the way it was.
Anyway, thank you, everyone, for reading my review today. I think the author deserves far more attention for his stuff than he gets. I can’t fix that. I just do my little part to spread the word.