Where to begin about what I didn’t like about this novel? I was going to give it three stars because I think the author definitely has a lot of potential, but the ending was just too stupid, at least for me. I want to read one of her more recent books.
Just because this falls under the genre of “psychological thriller” doesn’t mean everyone has to be a psychologist. Then they are usually really awful psychologists, like in this story. What kind of psychologist can’t even tell that her own husband is gay? Or that the man she is cheating on her husband with is a mass murderer? And, of course, in these stories the psychologists are mostly basket cases themselves.
A rule that I remember from high school journalism class is to avoid clichés when writing. This is like a dictionary of clichés. Just a few examples:
I’m not getting any younger (not just a cliché, just awful)
If I’ve told him once I’ve told him…
What is the world coming to? (unless said highly ironically, ugh)
Nothing to write home about
She has a certain je ne sais quoi. (c'est un énorme tas de merde.)
What the hell did it mean? Think, damn it
And then there are various mentions of the protagonist suffering a “mid-life crisis” which is a huge cliché in itself. Is that a scientific concept? No, it isn’t; it’s just a really tired idea.
OK, the dude is a graduate student with teaching assistant duties, some other student’s boyfriend, a mass murderer, does volunteer work at a soup kitchen, and he also has time to have a woman locked up in his dungeon? Busy guy.
Phony credit card to rent the vehicle. Where do you get one of those?
Couldn’t make out the plate number.” Only when it moves the story where you want it to go, kinda like “I don’t have any phone reception” just when someone needs it.
It seems like a dungeon would be pretty expensive, like a lot more than a normal apartment. In Seattle? Forget about it. Maybe he splits the rent with other cash-strapped serial killers?
And why does he even keep her in his dungeon? He says he wants to kill her. Then kill her already. This makes little sense. The longer she is there, the more chance he has of being caught. And he is going to clean her diapers? Even for a serial killer used to hacking bodies into pieces, this seems like a lousy job (I was going to call it a “shit job” but stopped myself, thank goodness).
Can you imagine discussing sex addiction in a church? Christ,” Morris said, and Jerry smiled at the pun.
Christ isn’t a pun in this sentence.
The whole sex addict angle was stupid, but I guess it sells books to frustrated women who have never had an orgasm. And what does a sex addicts anonymous meeting look like? A room full of gross pervos waiting for a woman to show up?
Sheila chooses to be celibate with her fiancé? He’s like the one guy she’s supposed to screw. When Sheila finally decides to give Morris a pity fuck or whatever, he can’t get it up because she’s too good in bed. Huh?
The story can never decide if Ethan is a maniac or a heart-broken romantic, a young man hopelessly in love who just happens to have a freezer of body parts in his dungeon.
The private investigator hears Abby say that the swimmer girl had her throat cut, which evidently hadn’t been revealed to the press and this was why he was on to her. It was common knowledge that she was stabbed 40 times as this is mentioned just a few pages more in the narrative. You could assume that one of those 40 blows slit her throat. Small point, but I still thought it was stupid. She could have thought up something more intimate about the case that the public didn’t know.
Why in the hell did Abby even talk to the cops about Ethan and basically rat him out? And why didn’t the police go immediately to the house? Then she cuts that investigator’s throat in the police station break room?
Why she had tried to kill him was anybody’s guess.
Sorry, that’s one of the dumbest lines a narrator could ever say.