Ugh! After reading Stephen King recommending "Buried Prey" in Entertainment Weekly," I chose this one because, frankly, it was cheaper. Well, not worth even the reduced price. This book takes itself SO seriously, with the monotonous droning narration of pseudo noir. The story is hopelessly dated (entrenched in identity politics of the mid-90's, with many comments about "the feminists" (watch out!)). And, when the author hits upon a phrase or description he likes, he does not hesitate to pound away at it until it's dry as dirt. So you'll hear many, many references to burning human flesh smelling like pork (and more pork) and the supposed charm of the female overbite. Finally, an early suspect in the crime is named "Junkie Doog." Hearing poor "Junkie" referenced again and again in the narrator's super-serious tone was at first hilarious and then just tedious. I mean, Junkie Doog? Could not finish listening to this one. All I can say is "Feh."
Delightful and dark! A great spiderweb of intrigue with exceptional period detail. The twist at the end isn't entirely surprising, but the extent of the deception is. Highly recommended!
While the story is interesting and sometimes gripping, there is a disturbing problem with the tone of the book. Told through the voice of a teenage protagonist, it sometimes tries at juvenile humor that seems really inappropriate, given the subject. The murder in the book is alternately treated as super serious and sort of laughed off in a teenage-bravado sort of way. Kind of gross and uncomfortable.
I was willing to go with this one at first. However, the author's frequent mentions of his upcoming book and how to order it and the necessity of apologizing to the universe for my maladaptive programming (leading me to smoke) really turned me off. I don't recommend this title.
I really enjoyed this book. The narration was primo and the story was very satisfying. Lovely historical details of Victorian England, especially of the role of opium. Very fun and engrossing!
With perhaps only two likable (and very minor) characters, this book was a grim slog. Harry Hole is tediously self-absorbed and troubled, and the narration is so low affect that listening feels like sinking into a near-freezing bog.
Some humor in the story may have helped. Also, the holes in the plot were very distracting, as was the sometimes odd translation (
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