A few spoilers herein.
How frustrating. There were times when I almost liked this book. The author tentatively dances about some serious and sensitive issues around medical ethics, but ultimately they're all rather meaningless, since the principal antagonist is never anyone we give a damn about (even though he seems likable enough in his two or three scenes on the page before his true villainy is revealed), and the author's decision to have him down on the level of drug pushers, mobsters and gun runners despite the fact that he's a brilliant scientist ultimately means whatever points might be raised in his favour are rendered completely moot. Palmer doesn't even raise these points, though. He has his doctor protagonist, Eric najarian, muse some on temptation in the early chapters, but these thoughts are quickly put away once he meets the lovely Laura Enders. Such a waste.
I'm not one to value character development over plot, especially in these types of books, but, well, here it was sorely needed. Eric's the strongest card in the pack, naturally, but he comes across as a pretty boring guy; even an unlikable one in the book's early pages, when we can see how ambitious and single-minded he is. It's amazing how quickly romance can crush a man's ambition, and while it might have been interesting to see Najarian go from brash risk-taker and medical maverick to moral conscience with a true heart, we never get much of anything except the knowledge that Najarian apparently really loves this Laura lady. Laura herself is pretty much a non-entity. A diving instructor who loves her perfect brother, even though, as it turns out, she doesn't know a thing about him!
Some of the conversations and interactions in the book are well handled and even a bit subtle, and Palmer clearly knows his way around an emergency room. The book's replete with very convincing medical jargon and so on. There are about two very memorable scenes: One being an autopsy of an apparently-dead-but-actually-living woman, which reminded me of one of my favourite movies, Short Night of the Glass Dolls, and is suitably harrowing; the other being the "voodoo curse" ceremony, which is creepy and atmospheric, if a bit cliché. There are even a couple of reasonably handled red herrings that keep you guessing a bit around the middle pages, but they, I'm afraid, ultimately feel wasted.
Wasted, I must say, because the denouement of this story is absolutely terrible. Often I'm one to quip that the journey is more important than the destination, in literature, at least, but this kind of thriller really needs a satisfying climax to wrap everything up and make the reader feel that he's experienced something heart-pumpingly good. This, though...this is pathetic! The demise of what seems the most loathsome character in the entire story, the oily Dr. Barber, happens off-stage, for f*ck's sake! The "main baddie", who was apparently Najarian's best friend at the hospital, is ultimately thwarted by a booby-trap we learn about a second before it happens, and Najarian never seems to feel a damn thing. Worst though is the apparent "femme fatale" character, who turns out to be just a bad little girl and "too beautiful for her own good" (her father's own words!), gets a talking to from her daddy and just spills the beans, again, off-stage! The corrupt policeman shoots himself for no reason! Yes, I've just revealed the entire denouement, and the hilarious epilogue, which can foreshadow Laura and NEic's future domestic peril as she wants to live in Nowhere Desert, Utah, while he's perfectly happy to stay in Boston! I wish them years of intense marital pain!
This book might have been something special if palmer had made more of an effort to get into the heads of its populace, especially the antagonists. It's very difficult to tell a convincing story on ethical grounds without examining the issues properly, and it might go a long way to understanding why a first-class biochemist might get so frustrated with the establishment that he'd readily mix with the lowest scum of society just to fund his work. We might have been able to see what made Anna/Rebecca tick, rather than have her feature in just a couple of scenes and then be told by her parent that she "got boys to do what she wanted by giving them favours". We might be able to excuse or even marvel at how Eric, and even the reader, built up a picture in the mind of Caduceus as a large, shadowy organisation with friends in high places, when really they were just a bunch of pathetic underhand schemers. We get none of that stuff. This is a depressingly empty-headed book.