I HAVE HAD IT
Why would a writer put, at the center of a series of crime novels, a mentally ill, completely incompetent and dangerous wreck? A detective OBSESSED with her husband’s death after “only” eight years of marriage. And, is it because he killed himself? Because he was murdered? Nope. He, after a long, painful illness, died of CANCER. So, LOTS of “notice”. Lots of time to process his impending absence and to gain perspective and to fulfill his wish that she “get on with her life”. Does she? No, she does not. Is she at least grateful that her, apparently, perfect husband is now free of the agony he’d lived with for the last two years of his life? Nope. ALL she feels is PARALYSING loneliness, deeply depressive GUILT (?), and a strong desire to die and be “reunited with him” (who believes in that kind of crap anymore?). She is also COMPLETELY OBSESSED with a kidnapped boy (CARL. CARL. CARL.) whom she in no way endangered, and in no way inspired the kidnappers to give up on the Quarter Of A Million Pound ransom money and either take the child and run away (huh?) or kill him. The husband, JAMES JAMES JAMES, ultimately dying and CARL CARL CARL being dead or missing, with no further ransom attempts from the idiotic kidnappers (?) and no further investigation by the police to FIND THE CHILD AND HIS KIDNAPPERS! Instead, the DSI of the Murder Unit chooses to be, not only COMPLETELY INCAPACITATED, but SUICIDAL. To the point where she takes ridiculous risks at work, endangering, injuring, or getting her colleagues KILLED one after the other. She’s also fat, yet NEVER EATS. She manages to mess up every investigation, which is not helped by her torturous “sleep” every night which ALWAYS lasts only TWO HOURS. When not having one of her multiple-times-per-day panic attacks, she’s completely comatose. She’s weak, seriously ill, unruly, she hates herself, and selfishly, narcissistically BLAMES HERSELF for EVERYTHING bad that happens or has ever happened to EVERYONE and ANYONE, regardless of whether or not she was involved in their misfortune. In fact, whether or not she even KNEW THEM. Had ever HEARD OF THEM. Because, you see, and this is my ultimate point; EVERYTHING IS ALL ABOUT HER. HER sadness. HER lack of confidence. HER bottomless GUILT. HER being there instead of there, having said “yes”, having said “no”, having said “sandwich”. Add to that the visual picture of her endlessly thrown at us (PLEASE STOP) of an unkempt, homeless, untreated psychopathic DSI BAG LADY with stringy, filthy hair. No make up. Disheveled clothes. Huge bags under her darting eyes. Her cases, all about serial killers, who kill four, five, six people before being FINALLY being caught, usually due to nothing she has contributed. THEN, when a seriously insane ex-colleague (whom she feels GUILTY ABOUT, even though he tried to kill his wife, murder a suspect AND MURDER HER (something which she did not even report), kills himself in her beloved, special, built-from-the-ground-up-by-JAMES house, does she DEAL with it? ACCEPT that this was a final attempt by a deranged, dangerous, pathetic madman to ruin her life? Does she say to herself; “I shall not let this ridiculous crazy person WIN! He shall NOT succeed in his pathetic attempt at securing a groundless revenge”? Nope. SHE SELLS THE HOUSE! Why? Because she could “never be in that house again without seeing that man’s dead body”. In other words, she allows the deluded, murderous scumbag to WIN! TO DRIVE HER OUT OF HER BELOVED HOME! AARRGGHH! And, why? Because SHE is a psychotic nut-bag! She NEVER “gets over” ANYTHING. She is the definition of “Pathetic”. And, SHE IS NEVER FIRED, despite endless dressing-downs by her obviously incompetent boss. And, THIS is who the author decides to build a SERIES OF NOVELS around? HE must be insane! Well, as mentioned, I’M DONE! Shame, because the author is an otherwise decent writer, and the cases, while ineptly handled by the DSI, are interesting (though the Murder Unit NEVER has any clues, evidence or suspects — until the last few pages. Just chapter after chapter after chapter of NOTHING. I guess I just kept hoping that, after FOUR BOOKS, the author would “fix” his main character. At least to SOME degree. NOPE! So, one last word. BYE!