January 16 2013

Book Review: Two Graves

★★ out of five

Two words.


Pendergast’s genetically engineered, Nazi, serial-killer love child is murdering random tourists in Manhattan (whose addresses are chosen via the Fibonacci sequence because “Fuck you, Dan Brown!”) in an attempt to lure the intrepid FBI agent to a remote Brazilian fortress town populated by more genetically engineered members of the “master race” and their knuckle-dragging, organ farm twins. Somehow, Pendergast convinces a small battalion of Brazilian police to come along and get themselves killed in the process.

Back in NYC, the cops decide that since the serial murders have stopped, the problem has been solved and they can get back to drinking in yuppie bars that still have 1980s era decor.

Until now, this has been one of my favorite ongoing series, but halfway through “Two Graves,” I found myself routing for the death of the hero and an end to the whole thing. That’s right Lincoln and Child, you made me root for the Nazis.

Good. Job.

Also, secondary characters have their own unrelated, useless adventures with plot points that get dropped midway through, but whose endings are alluded to as “conversations to be had later” — because how the hell else are they going to get me to pick up the next one after this?

This book gets two stars instead of one because the authors still manage, while pissing on the altar of the plot gods, to craft complete English sentences, thereby not completely sapping my will to live.

June 21 2012

Read Blackbirds!

Followers of Wendig’s terribleminds blog have had, if not a front row seat to the creative process, at the very least an advanced screening of the “making of” documentary for this novel. The final product proves that all the work is worth itBlackbirds is incredibly cinematic in its prose and frequently, uncomfortably intimate in the way it lays its main character bare. No reader could possibly want to be Miriam or possess her terrible ability [to know the time and circumstances of others’ deaths], but she’s the most winning antihero I’ve read in a long time. If you’re not a fan of violence and blood in your books, steer clear. If you can stomach the action, however, you’re in for one hell of an entertaining [and sometimes profound] read.

Can’t wait for its sequel, Mockingbird, in September.