Once again, real life interfered with the time usually spent reading, and I had to spend a few weeks out of state for work, with no time left to read or relax. I managed to read a couple chapters on the plane there, only to have to re-read them on the return flight because I had forgotten what I'd read. Nevertheless, I had a hell of a time getting through this book, and it wasn't just because I was traveling.
First off, this is the second book in a series, with the first book beginning with the main character, an FBI agent, still haunted by the murder of his wife, but it ends with him getting re-married. This second one opens with that same FBI agent haunted by the murder of his first wife, awaiting the execution of her killer. There's no mention of the second wife at all. I thought perhaps that, being distracted by work, I had missed some explanation, but I went back, and no, nothing. It took me a while to figure out that this was a prequel…I guess the use of a blackberry and an AOL account by the characters was supposed to be explanation enough. If only this were the most confusing thing about this book.
For the most part, the chapters are split between being told from the protagonist's point of view, to being told from the killer's, and that's where the book gets more disjointed and hard to follow. Forget that you know who the killer is throughout the whole book, which leads to a disappointing ending when there's no big whodunnit build-up, but the killer also experiences visual and auditory hallucinations! It's impossible for the reader to relate, understand, or even find anything he says or thinks intriguing or insightful. It's just the jumbled thoughts of a delusional schizophrenic…usually about equations and doorways…which doesn't make for a compelling read at all. Then there's the ancient Babylonian texts and astrological mythology. And Vlad the Impaler. And a song from the 80s. Oh, and Shakespeare. And don't get me started on the bizarro childhood flashback. And somehow, the FBI was able to miraculously zero in on all these concepts out of thin air and just leap to the conclusion that these far-fetched, otherwise random ideas are somehow connected and then use them to help catch their killer. Seriously?
Overall, this book was a convoluted mess and I couldn't wait for it to be over.