Deleted itibaren Kyle, SK S0L, Kanada
The Yakuza pops up again in one of my books. Not quite as scary in this one. I was also waiting for Axel Foley to jump in the fray too when Crais was writing about the club scene. This story is about a rich, snotty jerk who has a precious japanese book stolen from him. Can't say it was totally predictable....but I figured most stuff out early on. The difference in this one is Elvis' attitude about why he wants to stay on the case and help and I'm not sure how I like that. He's far more of a softie than his takin' care of business partner Pike who shows up here again and gets some dirty work done during his few moments.
I’m sorry to say that I really struggled to get anything out of this book. Having read through the first quarter of the book, I still didn’t know what it was supposed to be about; it seemed to have little direction or, indeed, point. I think it is simply a story about a girl with psychological issues – I think! The writing, to be fair, in places was beautifully prosaic which, sadly, was in sharp contrast to the rest of the book and to the story itself. I found the intimate and highly sexualised descriptions of a teenage girl to be seriously uncomfortable if this is meant to be a book for adults, which from the amount of, often unnecessary, swearing and the graphically described violence I would hope it is. The writing was confused and for the most part tended to ramble ponderously, going into great detail about issues which seemed to me to be unimportant in relation to moving the story forward. There were even some things mentioned early on which were so obscure and unrelated to anything that was going on, I actually wondered if part of another story had been inserted by accident. I had in fact put the book down after the first quarter because it was so awful, but wanting to try and be as fair as possible to the author, picked the story up again in the last quarter of the book. To give the author credit I felt much more comfortable in reading this part of the book. It seemed to make more sense; it had direction and flowed a little more easily. There were not so many ‘ponderings’ or other distractions, though there was too much graphic sex to make this a credible piece of literature and turned it more into soft porn, which perhaps it was meant to be, I really don’t know. Overall, this was a confused story which swung from beautiful, mature prose to very poor and immature writing. I couldn’t tell you what genre it’s meant to be, I don’t think it really knows it just feels a bit ‘all over the place.’ I really couldn’t enjoy the book at any level.