Black's customary energy and anger come through. He has moments in which he displays some of the angry humor that is so effective politically. But, ultimately, he's a man of more than a little faith. Like Mulder on the X-Files, he -wants- to believe, and he's coming up with justifications. Gullible ones. Really, if Lewis Black were reviewing his own book, he'd savage himself, particularly on the astrology and psychic sections.
On the other hand, there are genuine moments of hilarity and insight in here.
As a skeptic/non-believer who usually likes Black, I was disappointed - not because I disagreed with him, but because he just couldn't maintain any intellectual consistency. I'd expect more from him. But there were moments of entertainment, and I've had worse 5 hour blocks of my life while driving in the winter.
Very different from the Rebus novels. The characters are a little cliched but not disturbingly so, and there is a wry sense of humor that threads its way throughout the book.
The reader is FANTASTIC.
Several "driveway moments" with this book where I had to sit for a few minutes to see what happened next. Took a little time to get going, but then I was hooked.
Had high hopes for the forensics - but just too formulaic to engage me. Protagonist is rather obsessed with designer shoes/clothes and just too precious for words; this works in "The Ivy Chronicles" as character development, but here it is just annoying and shallow. (Hint: lists of clothing and shoes tell us more about the character of the author than they do the protagonist.) The stock characters are all here: the scruffy ME, the sweet old farm couple, the evil developer, the corrupt sheriff, the ambitious attorney, the drag queen sidekick, the secret government conspiracies...
I finished it as it was the only book on my player that day, but I felt a little guilty.
The interview with the authors at the end was more interesting than the book, actually.
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