Yet another in a long, dreary line of tales about a fiercely independent career woman who treats everyone who cares about her like absolute crap, never answering her phone calls or messages, etc. etc., ad nauseam. All this while being completely consumed with guilt about:
The murders of girls she never met and didn't save because she hadn't had any reason to suspect the existence of the murderer who did them in;
The torching of her despised arch-enemy's home by her strangely benevolent stalker;
The fall-out suffered by the friends/family of the murderers she does identify and bring to justice.
Sleeplessly she grapples with her overwhelming sense of responsibility towards all people known and unknown, EXCEPT of course, for the ones who care and worry and attempt to reach out to her. (Insert retching noise)
I have read a previous Nicci French and found it enjoyable, so I won't give up on her. But this is the last time Frieda and I will ever encounter each other.
Peter May is a superb writer. Peter Forbes is a superb narrator. That being said, I'm returning this book after 5.09.33 hours. I can't take any more. Not one single good thing has happened since page one. It's been a steady onslaught of depression, dementia, divorce, accidental pregnancies, accidental deaths, betrayals, and hopelessness. One of the protagonists, is now shipboard with his brother and a friend (who is a girl and has already been raped by a Catholic priest during their journey). Orphans all, the hints have been BROAD that they are bound for hell on earth, having been sold down the river by their (Catholic) church. I know human beings have endured lives like these, but I read for the sake of entertainment, not to be reminded of man's inhumanity to man. It's going back.
We are introduced to a cast of characters here, but it's like reading a roster. We don't ever get more than mildly acquainted with any of them. This book illustrates the importance of fleshing out the characters enough to arouse the reader's interest in their actions. No one in Smokescreen evokes even tepid curiosity, so at the denouement the reader shrugs "Huh.", immediately - and completely - forgetting it. How I know that is I chanced across this book in my library a couple days ago, where it showed as downloaded in April 2012. Not remembering it at all, I decided to read it again. I finished it this evening, and the memory is already fading fast. Again.
Nothing particularly bad, just...dull.
Reginald Hill is one of the best, and this is one of his best. Engrossing storyline and outstanding narration (by another one of the best) means you don't ever drift off, having to rewind to catch up. As always, the humor contained in the writing had me laughing out loud more than once, but it's never contrived or slapstick. Reading a book like this one is like eating a wonderful meal when you're really, really hungry, and I couldn't recommend it more highly.
If you are a Georgette Heyer fan, skip these new ones until they are released with a different narrator. Ulli Birve is sleepwalking her way through - I am one hour in, and unless the plot can overcome her narration in the next hour, this one is going back.
What is going on? Doesn't anybody at Audible listen to these productions before they are released? Not only is her voice a deadpan monotone, context and punctuation are blithely ignored as she stutters her way through the sentences. Example: "Fountain looked annoyed, and shook his head." The narration: "Fountain. Looked Annoyed. And shook his head."
It's extremely distracting, and definitely not what Georgette Heyer's books deserve!
I have long been a Louise Penny fan, although Ralph Cosham's superb narration has as much to do with that as the writing, perhaps even more. I admit to a growing weariness of the continued plot-line of "Conspiracies and Plots Against Gamache and Beyond", and was delighted when the resolution of that particular thread was resolved. It seemed that at long last we could get back to Three Pines and the gang, with a tantalizing mystery attached to a solid resolution as in Still Life and The Cruelest Month. Alas, it was not to be. An unbelievably far-fetched (farcical?) murder method, gratuitous violence which infuriated me, and an ending that had me feeling like I was watching a shell game (This! No, that! No, the other!) left an overall - and deep - disappointment. Guess I'll just have to go back and read the first few - excellent - books. Bummer!
My husband and I listened to this book while driving to (and from) a vacation destination, and were thoroughly engrossed throughout. A very interesting presentation of events, EXCELLENT narration, and a satisfying ending all worked to make this a 5 star book.
The Mensa-Member-Genius heroine is in a delightful country for a handful of days & accepts a dinner invitation from a man she hasn't seen for years and completely despises. (Why?) At dinner with her host and several other guests she has never seen before, the host drops dead into his bowl of escargot, and she is immediately Chief Suspect. (Why?) Later, surrounded by the other suspects, a glass of beer appears out of nowhere when she is alone, so our Genius gulps it down. (Why?) When she subsequently wakes up in a pitch-black tunnel with a bad headache, she is groping her way out when she pauses briefly for a "Wakeful Dream" and presto! realizes the identity of the murderer, and also (gasp) that she herself is In Danger! (What?) While all of this goes on, she mutters (un)witty little asides to herself mentally. A thoroughly annoying heroine, equally unlikeable cast of characters, farcical plot. The synopsis was the only good thing about this book. Why, oh why, did I select it?
The reviews of "Awesome", and "You won't be sorry", led me to purchase this book expecting a really interesting ride. I just fast-forwarded to the end (at about the two thirds mark) because I could not stand any more of the following: ridiculous choices made by some of the characters (supposedly in mortal fear for themselves and their families), such as inviting a complete stranger you met on the street into your home to babysit your children; involving a potential suspect's father in your top secret investigation; not involving the police because the crimes had all taken place in different jurisdictions; tortuously detailed paragraphs along the lines of, "She stepped on the brake pedal until the car slowed to a crawl. With her hands at two and ten o'clock, she swung the steering wheel to the left to pull into the driveway. She brought the car to a halt in front of the garage doors. Reaching into a zippered pouch on the side of her purse, she pulled out the remote garage door opener. Pointing it at the garage doors, she pressed OPEN". And all of this contrived tedium was narrated in a snore-inducing drone. Definitely sorry for the wasted credit.
The story is good old-fashioned cozy, and Ric Jerrom narrates it perfectly. Thoroughly enjoyable!
Report Inappropriate Content