Southern Gothic, huh? Haunted mansions, prejudiced folk and proper manners. Well it's all that alright. And makes a damn good debut, I'll tell you as...moreSouthern Gothic, huh? Haunted mansions, prejudiced folk and proper manners. Well it's all that alright. And makes a damn good debut, I'll tell you as much. It's being sold as the next Twilight and as of now it does too deliver on that front, although time will eventually show if it is indeed so. The prognosis is favorable with plenty of rave reviews, not as rave as the Edward-Jacob-fans, but still, rave enough to make me wary. I was a little suspicious of the buzz, not wanting to waste time on yet another over-hyped ya read. The plan was to hold of with acquiring and reading until one of my trusted sources over here on Goodreads reads and reviews it first. Well, clearly, that did not happen.
I guess advertising really works. They got to me after all. Not that I'm holding a grudge, I do not regret reading the book. But I do not love it, as I was promised I would. Even though for a moment there, as I just started getting into the story, I felt the tingly loving sensation*. The main causes for it were the strong mystery angle, and all the withheld information. I was intrigued, I was curious, I was excited. Up to a point. When you drag out one straight suspense story for over 600 pages without throwing in any twists, it will get old fast, long before the 600 page mark. Slowly releasing chunks of information, doesn't work either. When shit hits the fan, it should be hot, steaming, and juicy, otherwise the whole effect is lost. Dried out, crunchy dung is unspectacular, does not stain, and no longer has any impact.
In summary, the suspense went to pooper, so to speak. Fortunately, there's the love angle, for the romantics. The numerous references to renown literary works, for bibliophiles. Few jokes and quirky characters, for those like to laugh with/at people**. And all that is smarty stuffed into chapters, each ending on a clever note, so that every time you make a reading break, you're left thinking "Ooh, witty!"
Not that I oppose such strategy. It's slightly manipulative, but not a great offence. If only there was as much thought put into plot as into this chapter styling, I would be ecstatic. With young-adult-lit, typically it's all tension, pacing, tension, pacing... But even if I agree to disregard this dear to me ya-rule, even if I forget the unexciting middle, even then in my humble opinion, any 600 long build-up deserves a solid KABOOM. And I was given: only a tiny one, no resolution, and a possibility of sequel***. So yeah, I'm not ecstatic. But then I was never really ecstatic Twilight either (only a tiny little), so what do I know?
_______________________________________________ *Yet that died out.
**I myself am amused when an old lady whacks her sisters dog solid mistaking him for a wharf rat. And so I could have used more of that goodness, just saying.
***Which I could do without, but I might be tempted to read, dammit. Somebody stop me.(less)
This, Triptych, is as close to man-fiction as a book written by a woman can get. But gosh, was it good?!!
I cried, I laughed, I gasped in surprise coun...moreThis, Triptych, is as close to man-fiction as a book written by a woman can get. But gosh, was it good?!!
I cried, I laughed, I gasped in surprise countless times. The story was totally engrossing. Karin Slaughter definitely knows what she's doing. But don't read it if graphic violence makes you cringe. Don't read it if you want to believe all inmates are the scum of the earth. Don't read it if you have manly bits and are particularly sensitive, I can't guarantee there won't be trauma. And if you do decide to read it, and you did read plenty of K. Slaughter already, know this: the first half of the book rocks! But after a major twist and revelation (you'll know when you come to it) our dear writer falls back onto her old patterns. Not that it makes a bad book. Quite the contrary. But the first half led me into thinking that this would be The Crime Masterpiece. Triptych being merely a damn good thriller? That's just unbearable, but that's what it was. Evil book! Evil Karin Slaughter, how dare she teasing me like that.