This book frustrated me a lot.
The main story is not terrible: Samuel falls in love with his son’s best friend who owns a new-age bookstore and now Mars calls Samuel Daddy. There’s a bit of coming out (Samuel’s son didn’t know he was bi, nor did the guys at the fire station, nor did Mars, his new beau); there’s a bit of forced proximity (Mars moves into Samuel’s place because of a fire at his apartment); there’s a bit of unpleasant possessiveness almost from the start (excerpt from the first time they have sex: ““Tell me who you belong to,” I ordered. “I’m yours. Yours… please.””). There’s a bit where the author forgot that she was writing chapter 1 in first person.
Oh, and the author doesn’t understand that in English we don’t use italic type to describe national brands like Facebook or, uh, Dr. Pepper. She even italicizes Walmart in People of Walmart. This is a common problem, but still annoying.
Oh, and the new-age bookstore also does a rousing business in crafts no one buys: “They heard metaphysical and thought it was going to be nothing but crystals and tarot cards and incense. And don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of those, but that wasn’t all my shop was. I also had Roxy’s crocheted animals, Tara Carrington’s macrame, and Jose Garza’s woodwork”
No, none of that is what seriously bothers me. What bothers me is Fire Station 69 itself, which Samuel (who is its chief) describes as akin to the commune Mars grew up in:
“Yeah, I understand the value of what my mom’s created out there. That’s why, even though I don’t want to live there, I’ve tried to create my own intentional community right here in Vesper.”
“I get that. That’s what we’ve created at Station sixty-nine, or at least that’s what we aim for anyway.”
So, it’s great that you want to be a diverse and welcoming fire station. But at the end of the day, you’re civil servants. You implement the policies of elected officials, who mostly care that buildings don’t burn down (which they do in Vesper alarmingly often), and that the city is comparably well protected from fire all across it. There’s this weirdness that somehow #69 (I mean, really?) (anyhow…) is the place where all of the minority folk come in town: we meet Tariq, who’s Black and Muslim and Samuel wants to ensure him he’d fit right in:
“Station 69 would be a safe place for everyone, regardless of gender, sexual orientation, religion, or race. If you worked at the 69, you knew that we didn’t play around where that was concerned. If you were one of us, we’d have your back.”
Again, this is great! But you’re the chief of the station, not the fire chief for the city. What the hell is going on in the rest of the city that makes this necessary? When you get called in to other fires, do people make homophobic jokes about your firefighters and their hoses? Why aren’t you working with the politicians? What the hell?
Like, it’s not an “intentional community”. People get assigned to it, they don’t come home to it. This overall is super weird. I’d feel much better if these characters were shifters or something like that.
Oh, and the arsonist bit is not great, and highlights the Keystone Kops-ness of these firefighters. But that’s ok, I guess. At least they have incredible sex. Yeah.