I am an investigator for God’s sake. I make my living watching people do stupid stuff.
Mike Faricy's "Bite Me (Dev Haskell - Private Investigator, Book 3)" passes for what I assume is a fairly entertaining - and I suspect very typical - basic P.I. story. I've also seen that many call this a "cozy mystery" although I have no clue what that entails. I have to admit that this kind of basic approach to mystery isn't in my usual wheelhouse of preferences and, honestly, it could have done with some trolls, goblins, and even witches helping things along. No, I don't think Kiki counts in the latter case as I would describe her more of a crazy b-itch than someone respectable belonging to a coven. Not only were my preferred urban fantasy elements missing but this "mystery" as it were was much, MUCH less complex that other authors are putting out. Don't believe me? Well, all I can do - and yes, you can count this as a favor - is recommend you pick up any of Douglas Lumsden's works or also selected tomes by Alexander Nader, especially with his "Beasts of Burdin" series! And I'm not even counting the innumerable zombie-P.I. tomes floating around out there!
They think they can silence the Craze, K-R-A-Z. We’re speaking the truth, and the lefties don’t like it.
I mean the writing isn't all that unacceptable per se (ok there was that weird case of "then gave her a peck on the check"), it's just I felt like things in terms of the actual plot just constantly went around in circles. Perhaps that is more realistic for what it is that a P.I. actually does from day to day. But after about the 25th time we parked in the same lot to watch for folks or had to meet with someone for a clandestine drink or 12 in some shady bar, well, it just got a bit too meh for me. And maybe I'm looking at the entire story a little bit differently now that it's done - as far as this story actually reaches any kind of definitive conclusion - well, the entire "whodunnit" aspect seems way too obvious. I mean, the hot girl freaking out from the beginning and threatening to cut her date into tiny pieces didn't set off alarms?
A little voice inside my head warned me, Leave, right now. For your own safety, just run.
I also wasn't enthralled with too many of the characters, including our main protagonist Dev Haskell or even his ersatz court-appointed attorney Louis Laufen aka Louie the Lout. Ignoring for a moment that both gentlemen were high-(low-?)functioning alcoholics with extreme personal hygiene issues, their continued borderline misogynist behavior was more than a little uncomfortable. OK, one could argue that Dev had women constantly showing up at his house to use him like a well-inflated sex doll so why not treat them as objects, huh? Still, every description of women in the book was based on looks. She's hot and has a nice butt. She's fat and probably has never had sex. Again, if this is how "normal world" P.I.'s are usually depicted, then thanks but I won't be trying any more out any time soon.
Try and fool everyone into thinking you’re a decent guy. Got it?
Still, Faricy must be doing something right as he's got around 40 books including novellas - and that's not even counting box-sets that make the perfect Christmas gifts! - with Dev doing his thing over and over again. I mean, at the end of the day, I found the book very readable even though I wouldn't necessarily call the pacing all that quick. I'm not sure how other of the stories transpire as even now by Book 3, Dev has got just about every cop in town hating his guts and longing to see him sent up the river. So what if he's not exactly James Bond or even Sherlock Holmes? To everyone their niche or something clever like that, right?