I read the first Repairman Jack novel, The Tomb, years ago. It felt like I read it when I was about sixteen, but it was only published in 1998, so I must have been closer to 25. I remember liking it a fair bit. That was before the events of 9/11, which I think contributed to a substantial change in tone in this book, Infernal.
It's amazing, the level of Gary Stu (masculinization of the concept of a Mary Sue, for those who aren't familiar) feeling I got from the protagonist in this book -- not in overt, blatant ways so much as in little hints and general feel, including some reflection of his supposed awesomeness in the character of his girlfriend, who inspired stupidly obsessive love at first sight in other characters, didn't look pregnant at six months, and so on. I could have handled that, though. It could still be a solid three-star novel ("liked it" on the Goodreads scale) if that was the biggest problem. The story just was not as compelling as I'd hoped, though, and the ultimate supernatural danger at the eventual center of the plot was dull and off-putting as a seemingly pointless anti-MacGuffin that (literally) just hovered obnoxiously in the pages and afflicted people with a cheese-ass growing mark. The author made some effort to explain the improbable coincidences and absurdities by applying some ex post facto "this is too much to be a coincidence, there must be some secret conspiracy" suggestion at the end, but it was both too much and too little to just accept that ham-handed apology for the plot.
Then, of course, there's the weird post-9/11 salting with steaming piles of War-On-Tourism cheerleading crapped all over the story, plus some attendant racism that almost (but not quite) tried to apologize for itself. Seeing the main character seem interested in keeping his (literal) partner in crime from visiting injustice on the innocent just because they're "Arabs" (often using much less polite terms) was encouraging for a moment, until the token protestations that they had to be sure turned into "Well, no biggie, kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out!" motivation and behavior that really did nothing to truly justify the actions until long after it was too late to fix things if it turned out they were wrong. Yeah, the Goodreads rating went right down the shitter, there.
I still read to the end, because by the time the final nail got pounded into this coffin it was close enough to the end that it's worth just being able to say I finished it when talking about how bad it was. The ending was not well-handled, even aside from the failings I described above, and ultimately Tom (the real hero of the story in some ways, and the only character who grew as a person) was just a caricature who had a caricature-quality moment of redemption. The innocent young girl was kind of a caricature, too, for that matter.
I suspect the main reason this book has such good reviews on average is the simple fact that, for the most part, anyone reading this book has read eight of them before it, which means these are people who have already proven they love this author's work. Usually, people who hate an author's work drop out much earlier in an unloved series, leaving only the true fans to give ever-higher average reviews, as fewer and fewer of the readers are of the sort who'd give books in the series less than five stars every time. This book certainly wasn't worth more than three even if you don't have the same specific distaste for the author's bigotry-by-proxy. I like a good anti-terrorism yarn, if well-handled; people who kill innocent bystanders (e.g. terrorists) piss me right off. The anti-terrorism parts of this novel were not that, though. They were just rank bullshit.
Yeah, fuck this book.
I now wonder whether The Tomb wasn't very good after all. I suspect the series just got more threadbare as it went on, and the author turned into some kind of neocon or neolib after 9/11, though. In any case, I won't seek out any of the books between the two I've read, or any following books, at this point.