Nov 08, 09
Read in November, 2009, read count: 1
I don't know what to say about this book, other than to say, it is what it is. It's my first Walter Mosley book, and, probably my last.
The author tells you a story, just the way it is. No suspense, no thrill. I wasn't compelled, I didn't want to find out what happened next, sometimes I didn't even want to turn the page. Worst of all, I couldn't relate to the main character, even come close to liking him, or want to find out what his fate would be. I was always the outsider, but I wanted to like this book.
I guess maybe, if you take a step back, the way it is written is in the black-and-white detective movie way, where the narrator gives you a running monologue of what is going on.
Lastly, this is the first book of the series, but in reading it I almost felt like there were 50 books preceding this one that gave a more thorough description of what happened in the past (that the main character constantly refers to) and more background/development of the secondary characters.
It was too dry for me. I am curious to know if Mosley's other books are like this as well.