I used to love Dr. Kay Scarpetta. Feisty, brilliant, unorthodox - her cases were challenging and her life adventurous. She was, fundamentally, the kind of woman detective we'd all love to have been. Toss in the uber-fascinating landscape of forensics and I was hooked from the first chapter of Post Mortem.
Unfortunately, that was many years, and many Scarpetta books, ago. The latest outing, The Bone Bed, failed to grasp me in any way and I struggled through it, missing the original woman who had so much to offer.
Yes, Kay has grown - something I consider very important to anyone in a long-lived series. But instead of becoming more intense, more involved and more interesting, Kay seems to be succumbing to an overwhelming case of self-centered paranoia. It was noticeable in Port Mortuary, but here it's become full-blown.
These books are written in first-person present tense - a challenge to almost all writers. It works if the protagonist is given to clear thinking, the plot is complex but well crafted, and the situations not completely unfamiliar. In the past, it has worked for Scarpetta, although not always in the easiest way. Here, in my opinion, it has created something close to an epic fail.
From the outset, Kay seems nervous about everyone around her and looks for trouble. Never actually coming out and asking, she worries about her husband. About her partner Marino. About Lucy. About just about everyone. And she worries to the point where i wanted to give her a good shaking and tell her to just do the job and forget all that crap for a while because it was a) boring, b) irrelevant and c) distracting. If you're in a character's head for the entire book, it had damn well better be a fascinating head. Sorry to say this wasn't. Her inner dialogue was so muddlingly scattershot that - when the final pages were reached and the villain unmasked - I had to go back through the chapters to double check on who the hell it was.
This could have been one heck of a detective story. It was a solid and deviously twisted plot, with a truly horrible killer. So please, Ms. Cornwell. Do what you do so well - give us THAT kind of story in future and leave Kay's inner turmoil just where it is. Inside Kay. I don't want to know about it anymore. I have my own turmoil, thanks. What I don't have is an encyclopedic knowledge of Forensics and an intriguing group of crime fighters at my side. Let's get back to the basics so my next outing with Kay Scarpetta will leave me with more than a bit of a headache and a feeling of disappointment.