Tell me you don’t know any Americans without telling me you don’t know any Americans.
I’m on the fence between 1 and 2 stars; while the novella has major issues, the writing itself is excellent. Call it 1 star for story and 4 stars for technical.
There’s a reason the adage “write what you know” has such staying power. In this case, if the author insisted on an American setting, readers would have been better served by a story about a non-American visiting the US to explain their complete lack of knowledge of culture or climate. At the very least, a couple of North American beta readers should have been hired.
There was a huge (missed) opportunity here to not only expand the series but explore new territory (literally and figuratively) through the eyes of an existing side character and delve into culture, religion and society beyond what’s included in the previous novels.
There were several issues for such a short piece of fiction. Namely:
1. The MC - let’s call her Karen, cause that’s what she is - is insufferable. She’s every American stereotype rolled into one person and the writing definitely comes across as lazy as a result.
For example, she constantly starts preachy sentences with “My mama says” and complains about blasphemy (her word) when people around her swear. It’s grating, especially since nobody over the age of 9 and under the age of 75 talks like that. Make that 95. Seriously, if I met this person on a first date, I’d make an excuse and escape through the bathroom window - what adult talks that much about their mother outside of therapy?
At one point, Karen asks someone where they’re *really* from - see also “I’m not racist but” in the dictionary of unsympathetic literary characters.
Karen is SHOOK to learn another character isn’t a practising Christian. I can only assume this is Karen’s first foray outside the compound, and she qualified for the FBI over Zoom.
Beyond being cringe AF, Karen has zero personality; my toaster is more personable. She can’t even think for herself, it would seem, as she constantly asks herself what Peter Grant would do in her place (and then answers herself in a bad English accent if you have the audiobook).
2. Improper use of American English. It’s a parka not a parker, it’s a handgun not a pistol, etc. The mistakes are obvious and jarring. Part of this is on the sub-par audiobook narrator, but not all.
3. Poor knowledge of modern American society beyond superficial stereotypes. As we all know, every single American is a gun-toting evangelical Christian who votes far-right. Like another reviewer said, I totally expected the little girl visiting her grandmother to be packing because literally every other character in this story is.
An off-page character is described as an evangelical Christian preacher who supports same-sex relationships. This is, sadly, by far the biggest fantasy element of the novella.
4- Poor knowledge of winter. A secondary character who is an experienced member of law enforcement in a rural northern clime doesn’t carry winter survival gear during storm season, and drives his large truck onto lake ice before it’s thick enough for the ice road to open. This is the second largest fantasy element in the novella; nobody with experience drives onto the ice before it’s ready - it’s literally suicide - and certainly not without gear.
If you’re going to write about living in winter, learn about living in winter first. Literally millions of people do this every year, so it shouldn’t be hard to find someone with first-hand experience.
Seriously, this type of “I don’t need to know about winter to tell you all about winter” hubris is the reason the Franklin expedition failed.
As a result of all the above, this novella (which should have been titled Karen’s Winter Safari) is a mess that had me outright yelling at my phone by the midway point.