This book went off the rails very quickly for me. And when it went off the rails, it did so spectacularly.
I can read gore. I can read horror. I can read through it and accept it as long as it is isn't utterly and completely gratuitous. I finished this book while battling waves of disgust.
Yes, yes...Jack the Ripper was HORRIBLE. Jack the Ripper was obscenely horrible. Jack the Ripper committed horrible, heinous, very graphic crimes. Mr. Grecian has elevated them to an even higher level of heinousness.
He relishes writing the gory descriptions. For some people this is good, but it wasn't for me. So much so that my husband actually warned me off reading the next two books. "It gets worse," he said. I trust him. I'm skipping the next two installments, and any other that follow...
Mr. Grecian seems to falter when it comes to writing about human interaction that isn't of a criminal sort. He has imbued the relationship between his lead character and Jack the Ripper with more intimacy than I had witnessed between the lead character and his (supposedly) much-beloved wife.
This book goes from one improbable scenario to the next, and so on and so forth until you are, by the last twenty pages, saying "no, no, no...you have GOT to be kidding me???!!!"
A) Jack the Ripper has been kept in what basically amounts to a dungeon under the city of London for about a year. No light, no human contact aside from that which his torturers (oh, the justice seekers) give him. He also has not moved from where he is sitting, and has been wearing a hood the whole time. The man is freed and, voila!, can walk and move as if he has been leading quite a normal life...
B) Jack the Ripper has been tortured. His hands and feet were shackled, and his liberator had to cut through flesh to remove his shackles. Jack the Ripper's appearance seems to be normal enough to blend in nicely with the population of London. (Memo to me: don't travel back in time...these people were obviously clueless...)
C) Walter Day (Mr. Grecian's hero) is wounded on both legs...one (the left) loses feeling completely, and the other is in pain. He can walk...maybe a little wobbly, but he can walk. Yeah...
D) Mrs. Walter Day gives birth to twins...this whole thing happens in one day, by the way, while a most gruesome murder is taking place downstairs in her kitchen. Her babies, obviously, are born before their due date, and it is a rather laborious process. She, however, manages to -TWO DAYS LATER!!!!!- take the babies in a pram to the hospital where her husband is recovering from his injuries.
An aside here: it doesn't matter how "modern" you were at this time, you had a baby and you were basically confined to your home...you didn't go out TO THE PARK with two newborns...women were kept at home...and, let's face it, two people were murdered (issuing tremendous amounts of blood, gore, etc.,) all over her kitchen and parlor, and Mrs. Day's house is totally navigable for a woman leaving for the hospital with a pram and twins...
E) You have a female character (he REALLY doesn't know how to write those) who is pushed into a pantry, locked in it, and asks sheepishly "is everything OK out there?" while a massive struggle is going on and a constable is being murdered in a spectacular way. The killer replies. The killer...while dripping with blood. He is all like "oh, yeah...nothing but us chickens out here!" And this girl...heaven help me...shrugs her shoulders, finds candles and ponders that at least there's food for her to eat...
Seriously! That's what she does! While someone is being repeatedly stabbed and there's blood spattering all over the place and furniture is getting toppled left and right..."you ok out there?????"
The first two books were fine. They showed promise. Mr. Grecian seems to have been overly excited by the prospect of continuing his series, and threw everything but the kitchen sink in there for this round. You have tailored clothes, a nosy neighbor who manages to free a man who is tied to a chair and has no tongue while using a garden hoe... You have a rather obvious bad guy who, if you have ⅓ of your brain caffeinated enough, will be revealed to you as soon as he turns up on the page. You have the can't-be-killed character who will suffer (once more) horrific injuries and still survive while insisting that he's fine...
While reading this book I kept thinking "didn't this, or something closely resembling it, happen on Ripper Street????" Yes, yes...same time period. Yes, yes...Jack the Ripper is very well documented in his own way. But, come on!!! If you get to the end and you don't feel a little disgusted and ready to give up on the whole thing, you are a better reader (with a stronger stomach) than I am.
So you might want to read it just to argue with me about the absurdity of it all. Or you might want to skip it.
I will never again approach Mr. Grecian's books with enthusiasm. Caution...lots and lots of caution. IF I ever approach them at all.