Before we delve into this, I just want to say I almost didn't review this book. Because I am used to being disappointed with Mr. Lindsay by now. That disappointment has been one constant of our reader/writer relationship, abusive one at that. Mostly due to the fact, he was never as good as the very thing he inspired. The show's Dexter far surpassed the author's originally fresh idea. Not really Lindsay's fault, but you know. Not really blaming but really blaming him; in fact, shoot the messenger. This is Not Sparta. So it's not that. I almost didn't go this way. But I am feeling as Whimsical as Winston, so yeah, let's do this anyway and in many ways. Maybe taking many turns, and many turns of the moon, to see what we'd get.
So this final chapter, last words. Listen. All Lindsay had to do was to come up with something mildly better than the badly written last season of Showtime's Dexter. Just terrible, horrible way to finish off this truly unique take on serial killers. Huge disservice to the fans. So here was his chance to one-up the TV writers, since this was his signature. Surely, he could have improved upon that abysmal season finale, that lumberjack bullshit. He could have cooked up something better than what they botched, butchering it and not in the true Dexter fashion. Which was always neat. Because our Dexter was a Neat Monster.
A shame really. But he could not do it, could he? Cigarette dangling from his mouth. King Kong got nothing on hi....actually, Kong got everything on him, including the combined talents of lovely Maika Monroe and Brie Larson.
Jeff Lindsay could not fix that ending, it's all about the endings, for me at least. Finish right, you know. He could not make Dexter's Death beautiful. In finality. He no Poe. He's no Robert M Ball, that's for damn sure. You had one job Lindsay, just one job. To best his own posterity should have been natural, but he came up short. He didn't give his character a good end. To sum up, unnecessarily, Mr. Lindsay refused to redden Dexter's last smile.
The show's runners and Michael C Hall had the right of it. Their idea how to conclude this was better and no, I am not going to tell you here what that was; Google it. No wait, that was David Duchovny's idea for a Hank Moody ending. He wanted him to be dead by the time the show was done. Okayyyy, moving on.
What has Lindsay's Dexter given us, other than impel an excellent show, perhaps then our new found love for alliterations? Maybe. Okay, I understand these books were more about the light touch and Dexter's soliloquy and sometimes funny but untrue inner monologue. Narrating false things, exaggerating how he views the world. How the world viewed him was no exaggeration. I want the superhero serial killer in the books too. Sigh. Give me the heroes who surrendered. The defeat of heroes is the only thing my palate can tolerate nowadays anyway.
I don't why this irritates me so much. I mean, Lindsay's Dexter bumbles through life with utter lack of self-awareness. Thinking, saying, believing things that are just not true. OK, I get that it is about mild humor and general fluffiness wrapped around something dark and sinister. Books' Dexter pretty much does things that make him feel good and pretends that he doesn't care about such trivialities, that he is above all that.
But the thing is, he is not that clever, smart, good looking or sexy. Where the show's Dexter is more about his Dark Appetite and yeah, he is a superhero truly. Here's the thing, I only read the books after experiencing the TV series, big mistake, I just can't get over Hall's Dexter.
It's weird, both the very last episode and this novel featured a drowning, both drownings were supposedly ambiguous. I guess Deborah in both mediums was the best thing about Dexter, a pure joy. Too bad how they handled her character in both cases was lame. Now that I think about, July has always been a Dexter month. Anyways, the title of this book is Dexter is Dead, funny. Dexter may be dead but it is Lindsay who drove the final nail into this coffin. I'll forever grudge him that, Dexter deserved a proper end.
I don't know why it still irks me. I am no stranger to strong shows ending weak. Bang bang, sure, but no boom boom. Leaving me completely dissatisfied. Look at the sublime the A team, I thought it would be perennial, but nope. It ran out of steam before it could finish. And despite a great season, seven Game of Thrones has been going steadily stale, especially since they outpaced the books and now it is mostly fan service. Even True Detective was not immune from a decline in quality. Season one was phenomenal like Styles, but the second season was so poorly reviewed, I didn't even bother watching it. Also, I mean, who didn't hate the final chapter of Hemlock Grove? It was desultory, to say the least. Even the soundtrack was lackluster. I mean come on. In the past, they have given us such great music. Like The Kongos and Little Red Lung, hellllo. But OST was dross in the third season. And they went out of their way to make it unbearable and undo all the appeal of their characters. It's like the showrunners were burning it all down to ground. There was this scene I did like though. Where they were in a restaurant and the walls had these Day of the Dead wallpaper, that was pretty cool. That reminds me, looking forward to Pixar's Coco, though they have been on a steady stale themselves lately too. The Only Fount of Creativity they are not anymore, sad to say. Case in point, um the Good Dinosaur. Can anyone tell me what that was? True Blood, another show that had a dull and insipid final season. But hey it gave us Warpaint, a gift that just keeps on giving. I LOVE them. Their song LOVE IS TO DIE in July of 2014 featured in the penultimate episode sealed the deal for me, still addicted. You know what, Jenny Lee looks a lot like Shannyn Sossamon. Oh shit, they are totally sisters! In fact, Sossamon is one of the founders and a former band member of Warpaint. Whoa. Funny little life, eh.
Anyhoo, hoping the last season of Penny Dreadful is good, or good enough. I hope it proves to be redeeming.
This review didn't go the way you thought it would go, did it.
Hehehe.
Anyway back to Dexter.
2008 : First and Second seasons. Very best writing and favorite seasons.
2008: Third season. It was nice to see Senator Organa interacting somewhere other than Alderaan. Very well acted.
2009 : This is the BEST Dexter entry ever. THE BEST. Excellent in a way that they possibly couldn't top this and they didn't. Watching this, you knew it will only go downhill from here. And it did.
2010 : Beginning of an End. But I accidentally found my very first Dexter novel. It is definitely one of my most cherished serendipitous moments.
2011 2012 2013 : Meh. Plus, I felt Hannah Mckay storyline was boring.
Codicil: Final words, bottom line. The show and the book series differ vastly. obviously, they are different, but the books can still be fun and enjoyable if we take them as such.
Might I remind you, the opening sequence of Dexter was Pitch Perfect. Sometimes, I miss that more than the show itself. It was like the background music of a life I was never going to have.
What I didn't bury, I let it drown.