*3.5 Stars*
*Note – I was given a copy of this novel for the purpose of reviewing it.
Normally, I don't give a synopsis of a novel in a review. Publishers and authors do well enough telling what a story's about (or at least what they wish it was about). In this case, a description is warranted because what is provided, while unique in it's brevity and format, isn't enough to sustain a review.
So, a quick breakdown: Paranormal beings (vampires, werewolves, ghouls) have been a known commodity in the world for around 50 years.
In this novel, old school gangsters start a turf war for control of Scranton, PA ... and, really, who can blame them? Joe Biden is proof the place is worth at least a lifetime of speechcraft gold (which is a lot like Bitcoins if in the right hands [mouth]). Who knows what other riches one might find? There's also a new drug on the streets that only effects supernatural beings. This is the first time any drug has worked on supernaturals ... if you don't count goblins and their fondness for methamphetamine. Personally I don't. I've met my share of meth addicts. They all seem goblin-like to me.
Also, there's a political party building up steam for the local election. The Patriot Party thinks internment camps for the supernatural citizens of Scranton, PA isn't such a bad idea. Poor tiny elfs (think Santa, not LotR). Poor gnomes (think flower gardens, but without the conical hats). To top things off, certain important Scrantonites (Scrantonians?) start turning up dead.
Who can save Scranton from all these nefarious ne'er do wells? In steps our protagonist, Sergeant Detective Stan Markowski and his undead, vampiric partner, Karl of the Scranton P.D.'s Occult Crime Unit.
This book snuck up on me, in a sense. I picked it up expecting something heavy on the paranormal with a police procedural/follow-the-clues vibe to move the action and main character along. I was dead wrong and it took me a quarter of the book to reorient myself to what kind of story was actually being told. This was mostly my fault.
I suffered a bit from not having started with the first two books that preceded KNOWN DEVIL. I dove into this novel (#3 in the Occult Crime Unit Investigation series) and expected to swim along. I should have figured out the river's current first so I wasn't struggling upstream for so long. There are characters and back stories galore from the previous novels. Knowing them would have been helpful ... but it wasn't absolutely necessary. In fact, it might be the best way to ensure readers will pick up the other two books, HARD SPELL and EVIL DARK.
At it's core this is a police mystery. The paranormal aspect is a twist that adds to all facets of the story. There's more mystery, a larger pool of possible criminals and motives. And there's also the creepy factor that's constantly at work. Add to this the easily forgotten lesson of history; regular, ordinary people are every bit as capable of monstrous acts as any supernatural entity one can imagine.
Overall I enjoyed the main character, who was fleshed out very well through the author's use of showing him to the reader rather than telling us about him. Unfortunately, so much time is spent on Stan that very few characters get their fair share of the spotlight. Maybe I missed their moments in the sun in the first two novels. In the very best of books, it's the secondary characters that often provide the greatest entertainment. Authors tend to let them ramble in and out of scenes and they take on their own unique characteristics. I didn't get the feeling that the secondary characters were rambling or wandering anywhere. They were orbiting Stan.
Stan and Satellites ... a name for a middling garage band maybe?
Perhaps the most confusing aspect of the story for me was the new drug that shows up on the streets ... of Scranton!
I've been to Scranton and stayed their for a few weeks. I currently live in Memphis, where the crime rate makes Scranton seem like a nice park that gets a little seedy with devil-weed smoking hippies at night.
When Stan learns of this new drug in Scranton, he, his partner and his boss don't question its point of origin or history. Their reaction would have been a tad more realistic if they'd said, “Whoa, we better call Philadelphia or NYC or Trenton and ask someone about this.” Instead, they call it a game changer and go about trying to track down where it's coming from inside the community. This would be great detective work if Scranton existed in a vacuum ... but it doesn't. I'm pretty sure Scranton P.D. would be looking for outside help ASAP if an actual new drug seemed to pop up in the city from nowhere.
At times Gustainis writes with a mystery noir feel to the storytelling. When he does, it is absolutely great. Sometimes though, this style seems like it's being used with a wink and a nod. This was confusing. Markowski is the tough, silent type who takes a beating, makes morally questionable decisions and still manages to avoid the fatal shot. He's constantly using cheesy one-liners ... but then he apologizes for it. When you want him to be kicking tail without a thought to taking names, he's hashing out side moves. Don't apologize Stan! Don't dole out the butt-kicking! Stick to the one-liners and go thump some heads!!!
This aside, I like Stan. I really like Gustainis's world. I plan on reading both of the preceding books, but I'm going to do it backward. I'll read the second, EVIL DARK, and then the first, HARD SPELL. Why? Because, when you meet someone you like, you learn about them at that moment. As you get to know them you learn about their past. The longer you talk, the further back in time you go.
So, over the next few months I'll be setting aside a couple of weeks to go visit Stan. I look forward to getting to know the guy. And his satellites.