(With apologies to Adam Schiff)
I'm going to turn to Strange Practice, as the subject of the review today, but before I do, as you may choose -- instead of addressing the content-- to simply attack me, consistent with virulent fans of this brand of urban fantasy, I do want to respond in this way.
You might think it’s okay that the protagonist chose to serve those hidden members of London society labelled as the undead, the unclean, the monstrous, at the expense of her own career potential.
You might think it’s okay to impoverish yourself in order to be a doctor to clients that can reimburse you with, at best, a sack of rat carcasses.
You might think it’s okay to run a medical clinic and employ other care providers with no evident source of financial income.
You might think it’s okay to keep referring to your beat-up old Mini Cooper as the only vehicle that you, a committed and promising physician, can afford. You might think that's okay.
You might think it's okay that during a time when a few humans, mostly prostititutes, have been found murdered by single individuals, and then it was discovered that a vampyre was attacked by a large group of cowled monks with a mysterious archaic weapon after coating his apartment with garlic, the protagonist immediately thinks, "These two things are clearly connected!" with no actual evidence relating the two events. You might think that's okay -- I don't.
You might think it's okay that a vampyre is significantly different from a vampire. You might think that's okay -- I don't.
You might think it's okay that the first half of the book is littered with unnecessarily italicized statements, emphasizing things that have no reason to be emphasized -- I don't think that's okay.
You might think it's okay that this frequent use of italicized statements then vanishes from the second half of the book. I guess nothing is suprising to the protagonist after that point; she finally saw enough eyes with a blue glow to get over the shock, although it took several occurrences. This from a woman who routinely treats all manner of monstrous beings.
You might think it's interesting that a centuries-old creature of the night, gentle and refined, and with virtually unlimited funds available, suffers greatly from boredom and struggles to find new hobbies and things to learn, and that this is his biggest problem in life -- I don't think that's interesting.
You might think that it's okay that the aforementioned financially strapped protagonist, daughter of the rich, kind vampire's now-deceased friend, and his friend in her own right, never even thought to ask him for financial support for her medical clinic for his kind -- I don’t think that’s okay.
You might think that it’s okay for another long-lived and bored undead gentleman-of-means develops romantic feelings of a kind he has never had before towards the protagonist and is shy as a teenage introvert about it.
You might think it’s okay that nothing happens for the entire middle half of the book, other than grocery shopping, feeling melancholy, and vaguely making plans to confront the great evil that you have deduced poses a threat to the entire city, despite actual evidence of this scope.
You might say that’s all okay. You might say that’s just what you need to do to write a supernatural urban fantasy.
But I don’t think it’s okay: I think it’s dull. I think it’s lacking in interest. I think it’s simply not for me. And, yes, I think I will not read the sequels to this book.
Now, I have always said that the question of whether this amounts to a good novel was another matter. Whether the author can write well and generate unique ideas is not necessarily in question. She is doubtless a good and honorable woman, and she is a good writer for her audience. But I do not think that this genre is okay. For me. And the day I do think that's okay is the day I will look back and say that is the day my reading tastes changed their ways.
And I will tell you one more thing that is apropos of the review today. I don't think it's okay to take my complaints here too seriously. I sought the congressman's words to help to frame a negative review that in reality hardly anyone will read and will not make me a fortune -- according to the statistics, dozens of zeroes.
I don't think it's okay to conceal my thoughts from the public.
I don't think it's okay to harp on minor negatives that will matter not at all to many readers, particularly those who are already fans of the supernatural urban fantasy sub-genre -- to generate likes.
I do think it's okay I just didn't like this book, didn't care for the characters of the depiction of the supernatural, the plot arc, or the story foundations. There's a different word for that than criticism-- and it's called "my personal opinion." And that is the subject of our review today.