Carey Lewis continues to write absorbing, tense, action-packed stories that are not in my usual preferred genre, but I find myself unable to resist reading them. From one moment to the next during this one, I found myself incapable of predicting what would happen next. After a while, I didn't even bother to try.
None of the characters are particularly likeable, or even sympathetic, but they are gritty and human and utterly compelling. There is no rhyme or reason to who dies and who lives, and if you think you can identify the hero, think again. Peripheral characters have some redeeming qualities, but the primary characters are a cancer on society. There is no happy ending, but maybe that's a commentary on life. Sometimes people do all the right things for the wrong reasons or all the wrong things for the right ones, and ultimately, their fate is completely out of their hands. The lives of the characters in this book are exercises in futility, where they are all victims of one sort or another.
The plot itself is depressing, but the telling is amazing. Banter between characters is irresistible, clever, and realistic. Everyone has a wise-ass comment to make, and even the author seems to poke fun at himself. At one point, he describes the garage of one of the main characters like this: "It was like Dwayne tried to copy what a garage should look like." Reading this made me realize that the author was actually doing that very thing, and perhaps in the midst of his description, he realized what he was doing and decided to lampoon himself.
Dwayne and Celeste are unequivocally stupid, although both have surprising insights during the course of the book. Celeste is described thusly: "It was always the stupid ones that were most arrogant. Throw beauty into the mix and you didn't have someone that didn't have a clue, you had someone that didn't have to have a clue." Later, she said to Dwayne: "If you were any dumber I'd have to water you twice a week." Yet, Celeste is street smart and adaptable, and an expert at manipulating people. And when Dwayne takes the time to self-reflect, and maybe even gain partial sobriety, he has some surprising insights.
And now the grammar nerd in me rears her ugly head. The only criticism I have for this book is the verb tenses, which were simply past tense, and failed to switch to past perfect tense when appropriate. This type of thing always confuses me when I'm reading because I have to pause to figure out if something just happened or it happened earlier in the story. But honestly, if that's the only complaint I have about a story, it's hardly worth discussion because I imagine most readers won't notice it anyway. This is really the sort of thing a good editor should fix.
The characters who experienced the most growth were no longer relevant by the end of the story, which was disappointing and made me feel cheated, but nobody said the good guys need to win every time. Sadly, many times they don't. Ultimately, though cynical, this story may suffer from too much realism. Regardless, I recommend it.