The depictions of violence (and guns) are almost pornographic--if you are into that sort of thing. Personally, I am not. Some ideas for improvement--The author might have made the Monster Hunters have some other solution (at least once) to all the problems the Undead bring then pulling out their guns (lovingly detailed) and blazing away--especially when most of the time the guns don't seem to have any effect. One of two vampires pretty well stomp the whole organization. For all the sprouting of right wing politics, hillbilly wisdom, and descriptions of guns, the heroes of this book are remarkably ineffective at killing monsters. Buffy would clean the Monster Hunters out during the beginning titles.
Use a thesaurus? Spend some time researching the subject instead of fondling his gun magazines? Figure out some original solution to a problem except shoot it? Quit having the hero get beat up in graphic detail (some of the depictions of beatings go on for 5 minutes or more). Even more bogus, the her miraculously revives and is ready for another beating in a few pages. Invent believable characters (really--a hick with a 167 IQ? a stripper? a token Black guy? a beautiful girl who is also an ace killer? I've seen Dungeons and Dragons dolls with more personality.
The delivery is ponderous and methodical. All the people sound the same (Southern, stupid).
Not really. I guess if you wanted to confirm most of your stereotypes about guys who confuse their guns with their gonads, this would do it. Having lived in the South for close to three decades, I object to this book on a lot of levels.
This book was the only one I had on my iPhone on a long trip--so I had to go through it. But when I pulled in the driveway the hero was having his final battle with the Evil Lord Machado and I didn't even care. Just pulled out the earphones and turned it off and for all I know or care the bad guys one. I can't believe that rule by vampires and the undead is worse than having these cliche-sprouting rednecks running around armed.
A disappointing, formulaic, and implausible story that marks a further deterioration of the Swagger saga. The first three were good, the subsequent ones indicate that Hunter is trying for Rush Limbaugh's demographic. Hunter can't even be bothered creating his own characters, he seems to have lifted most of them out of supermarket tabloids. The book is filled with filler--no one can mention a weapon (and all his characters talk about weapons all the time--to the point that pages/minutes go by with no advancement of the plot) without a long digression on model, caliber, ammunition, trigger guard, finish, and so on. It often reads like Hunter wrote this book with only two sources: a gun catalog and a thesaurus. No modifier can ever be singular, it must be added to, supported, supplemented, justified, explicated, explained, enhanced, and so on and on and on. Really--why doesn't Hunter just select the correct word the first time? This book could easily have been 2/3 its length with a decent editor. There are gaping holes in the plot that any one who knew the federal bureaucracy would spot. Without being a spoiler, there is one incident in which the New York Times (which is trying to destroy the career of a patriotic FBI agent) is revealed as a part of a great conspiracy after it prints a picture of a rifle that wasn't in existence when the picture was allegedly taken! This allows Hunter to vent for 5 pages on how stupid the mainstream media is and how smart the gun owners are. Great. Except that any reader who knows anything about the federal bureaucracy knows that the whole issue would have been resolved 200 pages earlier when the accused produced an alibi. The reader is asked to believe that a senior FBI agent assigned to the Washington bureau can disappear for weeks from his desk, keeps no records of trip expenses, doesn't keep a calendar, had no meetings with anyone during this time and--best of all--in the weeks of NY Times persecution no one in the FBI thinks to ask him (nor does he think to produce) an alibi for the dates. Hunter was a journalist for years, so one can only assume this and other howlers are due to his being either lazy or untruthful. Buck Schimer is no great reader--he does Clint Eastwood, bureaucrat, arrogant whiner, and Steppin Fetchit and that is about it. I gave up on the book 2/3 of the way through--and I am sure glad I only paid $5 for it.
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