An artist captures on a canvas the image that he saw on the battlefield years earlier, two otherworldly beings harvesting the souls of the dead. Years after his death, a museum procures the two paintings, as well as, coincidentally, a new technology aimed at animating paintings into an immersive 3-dimensional plane. The combination of the technology and those two particular paintings has devastating effects when it opens a portal allowing one of the beings to roam free within the museum, killing anyone in its path.
I wanted to like this book. I thought the premise seemed interesting enough and I have a particular affinity for the Milwaukee Art Museum. Unfortunately, the book lost me pretty quickly, as soon as characters began interacting. Everything about the interactions feels off. The vernacular of the artist suggests what the author considers to sound wise and sage-like, things that on paper seem like they could maybe sound good in a movie but just end up falling flat and sounding corny on the page. From then on, the banter between the main characters, supposed adult professionals, all comes off as dialogue traded between immature high schoolers.
The characters are developed, I guess, but in a way that feels weirdly arbitrary. It chooses random points to unload overwhelming amounts of exposition about the characters in the least organic way possible and then strains to later tie their own personal demons in with the obstacles they face within the course of the story. It makes no attempt to hide the hand of the writer and everything feels more orchestrated than natural.
It also seems to get lost in the rules of its own world, which become more convoluted as the story goes on. It gets to the point where the author gets more bogged down in trying to justify the logic of her world than adding any meaning or weight to her story.
By the end of the story, after being introduced to a collection of flat uninteresting characters, sifting through repeated errors in punctuation, grammar, and spelling, and following a series of events that lack any sense of necessity, I can only recommend that for the next book(as the back states that this is the first of a planned series) the author consults a writers group, an editor, or even just rereads her own work. I think her story showed a lot of promise for a first book but it could have(and should have) been greatly improved with the input of other writers, and I think the sheer volume of the most basic of errors laced throughout this book suggests very little editing before its printing.