This was a lot like a Stephen King novel: a great beginning, engaging characters, and a decent story but a really unsatisfying conclusion. I really enjoyed ninety percent of this novel but I suggest you skip the last fifty pages as the author just can't end this, and the reader who drags himself to the end will be very disappointed . Drop the lame conclusion and you have a four star novel.
What really saves this story is the narrator, George Guidall who really becomes Walt Longmire. For some reason Johnson has decided to write a literary trope homage to Dante's Inferno. Walt is the figurative Dante actually lead through a frozen hell by a Virgil in pursuit of a murderer, a clever ghost, who has been released by a Beatrice. It's too much of a "I see dead things" for me. Not quite up to the Longmire tradition. Hopefully Johnson will get back on the right saddle for the next installment.
Sorry but I was hoping for a decent historical novel. I like painless history or cultural enlightenment but this is a killer. I like the premise and I have no problem with a female narrator but this harkens back to my youth when during the horse opera matinee I would close my eyes as the cowboy kissed the girl and think, "Yuk, mush." Well there is a lot of Yuk in here; at least for a guy.
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