There was a time when I would read a new hamilton on the day it arrived at my bookstore for me. She was the author that introduced me to the "urban fa...moreThere was a time when I would read a new hamilton on the day it arrived at my bookstore for me. She was the author that introduced me to the "urban fantasy/paranormal romance" genres that I have enjoyed so much these last few years, and the blend of sex, violence, crime and a touch of actual romance sits very well with me.
After a while, I stopped devouring these books as soon as they arrived. In fact, I started lending them before I read them, to family who I had gotten hooked on the series as well when I first began reading it.
This one? This one sat on my shelf until now. It was only a notification from FictFact that a new novel in the series is due out soon and the fact that I am currently trying to make up ground in this year's GoodReads reading challenge (my goal may have been a bit audacious) that led me to finally take it down off the shelf.
Before the first chapter finished, I was angry. It got better but, once again left me profoundly unsatisfied and at this point, I think it's only my own peculiar OCD that is causing me to buy it every release, let alone read it at all.
I've been thinking about that a lot the last few days. How can an author of a long-running series go from being so good that she is one of very very few authors who is on my hardcover collection lists... to being one whose books now sit there for months on end, waiting like some sort of unfinished chore? I have some ideas...
It really comes down a few important points: - The Sex I like sex. I like it in life, I like it in entertainment, but in these books it has become a replacement for story, rather than a part of the story. In this book, and it has been the same in the last few, there are sex scenes that last for chapters and really add absolutely nothing to the story. At this point, they're not even adding character development, as they're pretty much repetitive.
Also, in this, as with the relationships to a large degree, Anita is incredibly selfish. To the point that it strains my credulity that all of these, supposedly manly, strong, independent men would put up with it. They compromise their lifestyles, their desires, even their core sexual identities in order to make her happy, and she has compromised... what exactly? Only one man in her life has tried to force her to commit to him on even terms, and that was painted in strokes so unreasonable and over-the-top that he has become a laughable monster and Anita the poor victim. Not content with doing that however, it was done in every book, for chapters at a time, over the last few. I digress however...
- Perspective Is sorely lacking in these books. This dovetails with the point I made earlier, with sex scenes that last three chapters and involve in depth discussions about her desires and her relationship, and how important these things are.
I'm probably not the target audience for scenes like that, however given that they exist in the same book as long, detailed and quite gory descriptions of ripping hearts out of chests and removing heads with saws, i'm not a hundred percent sure who is.
The main point i'm making is that this portion of the books, which has become the -majority- of the book in the last few, seems out of place. It's hard to understand why she has to spend so much time worrying about these issues when there are murders happening all around her, and bombs going to murder the innocent. Sure, by all means, lets take three chapters to shag and talk about how uncomfortable you are with having a hundred boyfriends. Again. Like we do every novel.
Then, truly developed parts of the plot and the series meta-plot, are handwaved. At the start of this novel, Doyle, her surrogate father figure who had all sorts of problems with her dating the monsters, is suddenly all-ok with her. This is explained in a few paragraphs summing up to basically "Yeah, he got help.". Likewise, the main crime plot in this book ends suddenly, very suddenly. The big bad master who lurked behind the scenes all novel never even makes an appearance! Instead, we get one scene with a bad guy being taken down, and then an epilogue that handwaves the consequences with "Yeah, we met with the master's henchman and sorted shit out." and that's it. Done, like she got tired of writing this book and just decided to phone it in.
- The Real Problem
All of this is why the story is unsatisfying, but the real reason that it pains me to read these books, yet i've been going back to the well that disappoints me time and time again is because the _could_ be great.
Laurell Hamilton is an excellent writer capable of coming up with excellent plots and characters. The reason I gave this a three instead of a two, and i'm being generous there, is because the crime part of this book sucked me in just like previous books had done. For one short happy moment I thought we were making a return to the early series...
and then she fucked a were-something near to death and we're back to endless pages of angst and barely-conceived metaphysics.
Really, the big failing of this novel was ending as it did. If a real conclusion had been written, with focus on the plot, rather than just handwaving it off so we can move on to the next book and the next big five-chapter goat orgy scene, it would truly deserve three stars. If some of these long kink-filled sex scenes, or rambling romantic angsty thought and conversation scenes added something truly new to the characterisation as well, it might be reaching for four.
But it didn't, and they don't. It's retreading old, well worn paths through the psyche of Anita Blake and we've all heard it before.
A final note, on a purely technical level I think Hamilton needs a new editor. In several places in this latest book, Anita has exactly the same thoughts about the same people as if it were the first time. This is easily done as a writer, trying to keep everything straight in your head, but noticing things like that is exactly why there are editors in the first place - and it wasn't the only thing in the book of this nature.
So, don't expect anything new out of this one. TLDR; The crime plot is good, but has no real ending which is an anti-climax enough to make a crime-fan cry.
The sex scene is typically kinky, this time she wants to be forcibly choked with a guys cock, and her sex powers are so awesome she nearly kills him. Rock on Anita, you've come a long way from your attitude in the first book.
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With the dresden files, Jim Butcher has smashed hit after hit out of the park. Now at it's 14th book, there has not been a single one that is the "bad...moreWith the dresden files, Jim Butcher has smashed hit after hit out of the park. Now at it's 14th book, there has not been a single one that is the "bad book" of the series, and unlike many authors of long-running series he has somehow managed to top himself with each book, never slowing down or treading water.
With Cold Days he has managed to do something i've never seen done before in a series, urban fiction or otherwise. He has managed three books in a row with major, -major- twists, that have managed to come as a surprise to me, despite excellent (in hindsight) foreshadowing. Each book is peeling layer after layer away from the world, revealing the secret answers to questions that have lain unanswered since the very first books.
I have read a lot of urban fantasy over the last few years and whilst Butcher was not, by a long shot, the first I read, he has with these last three books become my favorite, by a long shot. While many of his contemporaries seem to be treading water, he is step by step showing us what a masterpiece of the imagination his world really is.(less)