Thank you to NetGalley for an ARC of
Call Me Hunter.
The premise was intriguing and hooked me from the start so I was excited my request was approved.
I imagined this would be somewhat of a globetrotting adventure, mixed with espionage-like tactics, sort of like Mission Impossible but with art, but it wasn't.
It wasn't like that AT ALL.
The narrative is written in the form of a manuscript delivered to a journalist who has a shocking connection to the protagonist.
The author of the manuscripts explains his humble origins and reveals a secret organization called Our World who acquires the greatest works of art through any means necessary.
There's a dangerous adversary named Zhivago, the members of the cabal are, naturally, Russian and ruthless, and there's an ally or two.
There is a ton of name dropping; celebs, patrons of the arts, industry giants, socialites, yet the narrative is dry, dull, and lacking suspense.
The narrative is nothing more than a recap, a summary of events of how the Hunter became the Hunter; his childhood, his teen years, what happened when he was recruited into the international cabal of art hunters.
When death and chaos do strike, it happens off-screen, especially when Hunter and Zhivago finally face off.
Readers don't see that; we're told that something happened and that's it.
The narrative is mostly info dumping, descriptions, passive telling.
The journalist spends all of her chapters just fact checking the names, dates, times, locations and works of art in the manuscript to verify the facts are truth and not fiction.
Her BFF Luba is a silly, narcissistic Eastern European princess who cares about nothing more than boys, shopping, drinking, and junk food. Lots of junk food.
The writing is okay, dry, wordy, almost purple-y, because Hunter is writing in a verbose, artsy kind of way because he can see beauty and art in a way no one else can.
The biggest issue is even though the manuscript is written by Hunter, we don't really know him.
His thoughts, his passions, his motivations, his fears.
Who is he?
What has he become after his years of service in this nefarious organization?
We know more about the journalist but I didn't identity with her, either.
I didn't dislike or like her, I was just indifferent to everyone as well as the story.
I really wanted to love this, even like it, but I just couldn't.
I love art and anti-heroes but the way the story was written, the format, and the lack of character development made this a very dull, uninspiring read.