I adored the beginning of the Peter/Rina series. I really did. But let’s deconstruct why I loved it:
First, Peter was changing, evolving. Trying to cope with his past and overcome it, and forge a new future.
Second, Rina was dynamic and interesting, involved in Peter and in the cases
Third, Orthodox Judaism is cool and a different perspective on how to integrate religion into a cop’s life.
Basically, Faye took that entire construct and just. . . did away with it. Peter basically gets told by every single character he meets that he’s just the coolest. Even by his teenage wards/sons/daughters. I mean, literally in every scene with his child, they tell him just what an amazing person he is. Show, don’t tell, Ms. Kellerman.
So Peter doesn’t do much besides for act like a detective, rather than a Lieutenant, and bask in everyone’s adoration and get amazing suppers virtually every night. (What is UP with all the lamb chops?) No growing, no changing.
Rina is boring. I mean, really really boring. She makes the aforementioned amazing suppers, shows up to be the calm voice of reason –yet is STILL ignored (no one ever tells HER how cool she is), and then gets a perfunctory “you’re the greatest for acting like a domestic servant and calming me down whenever I get all testy, especially because I never bother to come home” from Peter. She just shuffles off to the kitchen to make another round of lamb chops and just lets her husband do whatever he wants. She gets a little blurb in this novel about how she’s got all these sorts of extracurricular activities to balance out the fact that she no longer has anything but a brief relationship with her Ultra Cool Husband, but again, show, don’t tell.
Judaism? Nope. Not only does Peter not keep the Sabbath any longer, (“Um, this phone call at 10pm on the Sabbath might be REALLY IMPORTANT. . .but it isn’t. But must do my JERB!”), he also doesn’t keep kosher (“Hey, this doesn’t have lard or anything in this burrito, right?”) or do anything remotely related to Judaism other than being affectionately called “Rabbi” by his colleagues. See? Even his EMPLOYEES love him! No one is this popular.
And in the end of the book, he basically informs Rina that he'd like to move to the Northeast. He comes to this decision for no discernible reason. I mean, none. Even his excuse that he wants to live close to his kids doesn't make sense, because he basically pulls a town out of his hat that's a THREE HOUR drive from all his kids. Oh, and from anyone remotely Jewish, but Rina will just have to adapt, because its not like he religion is in anyway important to her, and she'd just adore being isolated from her entire community and family! That Rina, so supportive.
Then, to cap it all off, we get some ridiculous plot about a Tiger that has somehow lived in an apartment locked up, and no one else has figured that out, and this tiger never ever escapes except for the one time when his owner is hurt. Because tigers are like loyal little golden retrievers. What is it, Lassie? Did your owner get shot AND have his head bashed in?
And then, somehow Peter has this HUGE MAFIA BOSS MAN on a tight leash. Here, Fido! Get this information for me! For free! No Problemo, Peter! You’re so cool, you have your very own Pet Mafia.
I’m actually somewhat interested in Gabe, because he must be phenomenally screwed up, but just like little Jake (“Yonkie” is somehow over 30. That’s all the information we get in the last three books. And his older brother, despite possibly being married for about 15 years by now, has no children? Only precious Cindy gets an honorable mention with her twins. Named after her own father, OF COURSE.), his issues are somehow overcome BY TWOO LOVE!!!
In closing, what started off as a much loved series has degenerated. That’s probably true of any series that has gone on this long, but it’s a sad, sad observation.