I found this book dumpster diving near my house. Some family down the street had moved out recently, and they threw away all their used books, shoving them all down a trash can by the side of the road. Naturally, I dug into it and, after much deliberation, took two of the thrown away books into my possession: the Nobel-prize-winning The Land of Green Plum by Herta Müller, and Dark Before Dawn by Monica McGurk.
Till this day, The Land of Green Plums sits on my bookshelf gathering dust, but Dark Before Dawn, I have just finished. I have not read the prequel, I don't know the author, I'm not the demographic the book is aiming for, I went into the book completely blind with no context. So how was my reading experience?
It's not good. Pretty bad, actually. To address the elephant in the room, it's baffling to me why the author believed it would be a good idea to hamfist a sex trafficking thriller plot into a Twilight romantasy knock off. This has to be one of the worst, and most hilarious, creative decision I have ever seen in a book, and it leads to some truly ridiculous moments. For example, chapter twenty which depicts in unmistakable, unobscured terms of thirteen-year-old little girls being forced into sex work, is immediately followed by chapter twenty-one which concerns only menial relationship drama between Hope and Michael, with a steamy intimate scene as cherry on top.
That’s just one example. In numerous occasion during its second half, the book gives the impression that saving the sex-trafficked Rories isn't really that important when it comes to plot priority. Think of it this way, the book dedicates same number of words, maybe even less number of words considering Lucas' chapters are in general shorter, to the detail inner workings of sex trafficking than to the supernatural-stud-fell-in-love-with-me drama between our protagonists.
And just like every other piece of media doused in American-borne conservatism (the most prominent example of which has to be that psychop movie, 2023's The Sound of Freedom, which, of course, also feature sex trafficking) this book reeks of American jingoism and moral panic. The only named human antagonist is a Chinese triad member, and the human disguise Michael took upon is, by happenstance I'm sure, an American military personnel intervening in foreign humanitarian crises. Kudos to the author, at least the archangel is saving the immigrant boats rather than sinking them.
This also highlighted another issue. The depiction of angels in this book betrayed a profound lack of imagination on the part of the author, and in extension American Protestantism as a whole. Whereas in the bible the angel is depicted as eyeballs surrounded by flaming wheels or animal amalgamations beyond human comprehension, the archangels in this book are basically just white men in the military. There is nothing transcendental or holy about this book's cosmology, beings on a higher plane of existence operated on the same principle as human beings; they even have their own courts and can be sued by one another, looks like lawyers would always be the parasites even in God’s heaven.
In that sense, the archangel Michael might as well be an Israeli Mossad agent. That whole angel and fallen angel things barely matters in the plot anyway, we don’t even see a single fight between Lucas and the boys. Instead of choosing between going to heaven or staying human, Hope can choose between going to live in Israel or stay in America, it would have made no difference to the overarching story.
Speaking of the story, the plot, it's extremely poor. It progresses on a snail pace, the first two chapters with Hope felt like they are walking in circles, repeatedly elaborating on Hope’s supposed decision to be made about Michael that, in a competently written book, a single page of dialogue would probably be suffice in elucidating. The book constantly throw out references to the previous books that had no bearing on the current one; that whole key thing in Las Vegas and Hope’s mark played no part in the book’s overarching plot, yet I was reminded of them at least three times every ten pages, it’s infuriating.
And the grand finale is so stupid I legit laughed out loud. Really? Forgiveness? Lucas is an analogy to the Devil, so him playing the role of a trafficker make sense, equating biblical evil with the real evil we see in human trafficking, but what does the ending mean in this context? That we are to forgive human trafficker? That sex trafficking, while tragic, is also a part of God's plan?
Also, it's not up to Hope to forgive Lucas. Who is she as a mortal to forgive his sin? Macey is dead, her entire family is dead because of Lucas, and Hope can just forgive him in their stead? Come to think of it, Macey is so poorly handled; she has no characterization, no agency, no arc or character development; the only reason she exists is that as the reader we have to see sex trafficking in all its gory detail, but we can't have our precious protagonist's sister to go through them, so let's just throw in a nothingburger character to take the brunt of that stick. Oh, and also let's kill her whole foster family to raise the stake, just because.
She is not a character. Macey is barely a plot convenience, ironic considering that's exactly how Lucas the antagonist sees her too, a mean to an end, but I don't think this is a connection the author intentionally made, considering this would put the author in the same moral position as the devious sex trafficker villain. Once the convenience is done with and the plot no longer needs her to progress forward, Macey is killed off, like she never even existed.
Well, to be fair, in this book most characters die unceremoniously and inconsequentially. Arthur dies with no fan fare, offscreen, and other characters barely brought him up afterward; Mona dies and has a funeral, but there is no transformation of character to be seen on Hope, she is going on the exact same plot trajectory of choosing between heaven or Earth and saving Rories, she doesn't even talk or act different after HER MOM HAD BEEN KILLED!
So, the overall theme of the book is bad, the characters are bad, what about the writing? Well, it's amateurish to say the least. The information density on each page is incredibly poor, I can skip half a page without missing any integral plot beat. Characters just endlessly talk to one another, and on most occasions their dialogue is accompanied by no activity, so they just converse like characters from the Sims game, the literary equivalent of shot reverse shot in movies. There are obvious writing mistakes, such as in Chapter Eight where an omniscient third-person narration has the dialogue tag "Rories shook my head" in it. Where did this "my" come from?
I hope this critique doesn’t come off hostile, but if it does, well, I wouldn't be so hostile if the book isn't of such poor quality. The book is published for public consumption, not a personal pet project circulating between close friends and family members, a certain level of quality control is the author's obligation. I doubt a professional editor was ever consulted, because any editor would have chopped off at least a hundred pages from the book. I don't consider reading this a complete waste of my time, only because I find it a good way to peer into a long-gone era of Americana, left over from Bush's presidency and at the dawn of the revolutionary, borderline iconoclastic Trump administration, and all the cultural artifacts left over from it. This book reminded me that, at one point in time, Twilight is really all there is.
I really should finish that Herta Müller book. 1.5/5, closer to a 1 than a 2.