So, Jacqueline Carey has jumped on the paranormal fantasy bandwagon.
I was excited to hear about this book, and I bought it with no other recommendation than the author's name. Unfortunately, Carey doesn't seem to be able to pull off the paranormal sub-genre with the same elegance as her epic fantasy. It's as if she takes the "real-world" setting as an excuse not to develop or explain anything, because, after all, people know about how the world works, right?
Mundanes just shouldn't attempt to write paranormal fiction. Really.
Okay, I'm a snob. I admit it. I've studied world mythology and folklore since I could read. I've studied "the occult" since I was about eight or so, and read Tarot since I was twelve. Professionally. So I have an extremely high standard for this kind of work. Most writers don't measure up. From the depth and breadth of her other work, I expected Carey to. That she didn't disappointed me almost beyond belief.
Pemkowet, Michigan, is a Great Lakes resort town. It has what is termed a "functioning underworld," a term that is never fully explained except inasmuch as it gives the author an excuse to populate her setting with every supernatural creature in the book. Demon spawn, vampires, ghouls, werewolves, faeries, naiads, frost giants, you name it, Pemkowet's got it. It's as if Carey Googled a list and just stuck everything in there she could find, and she doesn't have anything new to say about them. This whole mishigoss is presided over by the Norse goddess of the underworld, Hel. Her being resident in Podunk, Michigan is never explained, either. Or why she would care about anything outside the Norse cosmology. Just because she's a goddess? Um, no. Unlikely.
Anyway. The female protagonist, Daisy Johanssen, is the daughter of a mundane woman and an incubus. Being a "half-breed" has given Daisy substantial anger management issues and a tail, but very little else. It certainly didn't give her any personality. For more reasons that are never explained, Hel has chosen Daisy as her "liaison" with the mundane realm. This duty seems to involve Daisy flashing a rune-marked palm at any supernatural entity who irks her. Later, Hel gives Daisy a magic dagger. It looks really cool with her jeans.
Daisy works for the police department as a file clerk and part-time adviser on the "eldritch" community. Kudos for use of the word "eldritch," by the way. It was the one thing in this book that I liked. I couldn't really figure why the police department needed this kind of adviser, as the eldritch community has no legal status. But I suppose the authorities do have some responsibility to keep track. So, a local kid turns up drowned, and the Chief of Police's magic pocket watch detects magic of some sort. Daisy gets stuck into the investigation, partnered with Cody Fairfax, a werewolf she's had a crush on since high school. This gives Daisy a lot of opportunity to make comments about how hot Cody is. And I guess that's okay, because other than his beautiful, stubble-covered jaw and his remarkable six-pack abs, Cody doesn't have anything going for him, either.
Daisy was really, really irritating. You'd think that a person of demon-descent, who'd lived since birth in a community populated with paranormal creatures of every stripe, would be curious enough to figure out how the whole business worked. But, well, she didn't. All too often, when some question came up, Daisy would simply say, "Well, I don't know why it works that way; it just does." I could have bought that once or twice. But it happened so much that it left me feeling as if Carey simply couldn't be bothered to sort out her mythology. And it gave the entire work an underdeveloped, superficial feel. Also, Daisy has the vocabulary of a second-grader. When at a loss for words, she falls back on the weird exclamation, "Oh, Gah!" This happens about once a page. And when she does happen to come up with a good word, she never fails to point out that she learned it from her high school English teacher, Mr. Leary. It made me feel like she wanted a grade. The way she drools over Cody reminded me unpleasantly of reading Fifty Shades. I expected every minute for Daisy to say something like "Oh my! He makes me hot DOWN THERE!"
Oh yeah: there's also the standard fascinating male paranormal entity in the form of an ancient Polish ghoul. He also makes Daisy hot down there.
So anyway: mundane kid murdered, staunch Christian parents up in arms because of Satan's influence (yes, let's not forget to throw in a religious angle, by all means). Enter the Pemkowet Visitor's Bureau!--because, of course, Pemkowet is a tourist destination for people looking to photograph the various supernatural entities they might chance to spot. Now Daisy has to work public relations. This subplot serves no purpose except to show off still more paranormal people, and to introduce the single character in the entire book who might actually be interesting.
Honestly, you know what? I meant to go on with this. But it was so bad, I don't actually think it's worth my time. I write paranormal fantasy myself. Sometimes I read my work and think, "Is this really stupid or what?" I will never think that again. I could not possibly fabricate anything as dumb as this book. The writing is shallow, inept and superficial. The characters are barely two-dimensional. I've seen other reviews from people who really liked this book, found it thrilling and funny and well-developed ("Like Buffy!"). I can only imagine these reviewers have never actually read books, or watched Buffy, either.
Please, Ms. Carey, go back to doing something you do well. For the sake of a genre that already gets maligned enough, leave Pemkowet alone.
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