We’ve all thought about what we would we do if we ever had the chance to go back and change our past. What defining moments, be it in your own life or in someone else’s, would you consider changing? Would you intercept fate and warn your target? Would you resign yourself to the fact that any tampering could cause more harm than good, and simply stand by as a spectator? And, more importantly, would you tattoo the word, “Google” on your own ass in the hopes that it would work as a trigger when it made its debut on the stock market?
You see, you can’t help but stop and question yourself. Which is why, though this plot has been explored more times than me at the airport (by the way, I’m still owed dinner for that last search, guys) it never fails to captivate you. As you read through Little’s latest, you constantly ask yourself if that’s what you would’ve done? Would you have chosen differently? But while the idea tantalizes, Little falls short of keeping your attention on the characters rather than on yourself.
Though, that might not have been a bad thing, considering this was a cast of straight good and bad people. Oh, Little did try attempting to gray the area a bit; he just wasn’t quite able to pull it off. No, each character looks as if they were clearly defined and were only later added to. Not a one of them is very likeable, not even the protagonist, but at least him you can relate to.
Also, though I can acknowledge that atmosphere would be hard to maintain in a world that’s ever changing, a little background cushioning would have been nice. Hey, it might have even softened the blow when you passed out from the rush-and-stop pace that occurred throughout the book. I swear, you’d think that man was running a long distance marathon while intermittently chugging cans of Amp. Hell, the swaying still hasn’t stopped.
All of this I blame solely on his style. Though I know this is his not his first published work, it feels like it is. His sentences are rushed and abrupt, his descriptions overflowing in one scene and in others, severely lacking. There is no consistent flow from one paragraph to the next. In fact, I spent most of the time screaming at the object of my dissatisfaction, “Slow down! I know you want to get to the good parts, but you’re killing me in the meantime!!!” The only thing that was consistent was the narrative, which constantly flipped from intimate and comfortable to removed and decorative, leading me to believe Mr. Little still hasn’t quite found his own voice yet. But I have to warn you other authors, when he does, the competition out there is going to get a whole lot tighter!
My rating? I give it a 2. If someone gives it to you or you see it at a second-hand store whose proceeds go to a charity, grab it. If nothing else, to say you knew the author when….
-As posted on Horror-Web.com