See, it's hard to confess, but I miss all the time we spent / I can't explain / 'Cause when I start up the nerve to reach out to you, baby / It just floats away (6AM – Fitz & The Tantrums).
Hey there, I’ve got a question. Can books that are “just okay” also count as palate cleansers? Because that’s what Murder in the Rough was for me, and after reading so many good books in a row to the point where my brain’s basically turned to mush, I kind of needed it. So the thing is, I just finished The White Lotus recently and while I loved it, I still haven’t jumped right into the next “must watch” show on my list (Interview With the Vampire or The Bear) yet because I always need a bit of a buffer zone in between so I’m able to collect my thoughts properly. Hopefully that makes sense, sometimes it's nice to read stuff that aren't literary masterpieces, you know? It’s like the Charli XCX and Lorde performance where they were both off-key and off-beat, and yet the performance is still considered iconic because of such imperfections. Not trying to throw shade, I promise! Anyway, even though this book started out pretty strong, with engaging writing and an intriguing set-up, I noticed my interest waned the longer I was reading it! There would be entire chapters where it’d just be going into in-depth detail of Jackson getting dinner, playing with his cat, or writing his book. Sure, I enjoy a "slice-of-life" thing every now and then, but after a while, I couldn’t help but wonder when things were going to pick up! It almost felt like an editorial at several points, and while it was interesting to hear Jackson's thoughts, it still felt aimless. I know I went on and on about how A Light in the Darkness by Crystal D. Budy was special because it wasn’t a strict, by-the-books mystery, but the difference there was that the main character was at least proactive and interested in looking into the death of the victim. Here it felt like Jackson could barely be bothered to do anything, let alone solve a murder! Every time he’d start questioning people he’d then immediately start crying for several paragraphs afterwards about how awful and invasive he felt. Sorry, but you’re a mystery book protagonist, get with the program dude. What’s not clicking!? But I’m probably just nitpicking at this point, because the truth is that it actually doesn't take much for the wind to go out of my sails, and I can turn on a story on a dime if there’s even one tiny thing I’m not feeling anymore. For example, you know that new James Gunn Superman movie coming out soon? Well, I’ve been pretty excited to watch it for a while now, but now I'm thinking I'll probably wait for it to hit streaming because of a preview clip that released on Jimmy Fallon and it’s literally just Superman yelling like a tantrum throwing child in a supermarket? It totally killed any and all interest I’ve once had for the movie! I know it’s James Gunn’s thing to always have his actors talking really quietly and then all of a sudden start yelling really loudly, but I’ve never really been a fan of equating “good acting” to whomever can scream the loudest in a scene. Like, just Rhea Seehorn’s acting while speaking at a normal decibel throughout the entirety of Better Call Saul is a hell of a lot more impressive to me than Leonardo DiCaprio’s big ass head trying his hardest to win an Oscar while crawling and screaming through the mud in The Revenant. Anyway, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, Sure, Murder in the Rough held my interest, but not necessarily my excitement.
Hi again, here's another question. Why is it that every gay mystery I read has a cop love-interest? I mean, people can write what they want, but it’s getting to the point where I basically give a book a full letter grade higher if there’s no cop boyfriend in sight. Now don’t fact check me on this, but my understanding is that the mystery genre only started featuring law enforcement as the driving force behind the narrative when the noir genre came around and became super popular, because before that, with Sherlock Holmes and the like, the cops were typically portrayed as incompetent and uninterested and hellbent on impeding the real detectives. Nowadays, it just seems like every time I turn on the T.V. there’s some cop show trying to find a clever new way to excuse human rights violations or something. I guess if anything, I'd say that Murder in the Rough is most similar to Brooklyn 99 in the sense that it examines the police through a "progressive lens. Remember that one scene where one of the main characters is bragging about this totally “badass ” device thing that they could now use to get some real police work done? Yeah well, the funny thing is that the weapon she was so proud of was actually used in real life to terrorize protestors. Which is bad, actually. But nah, by the show's logic it’s totally fine because the character who said it was bisexual. And look, “let people enjoy things,” “It’s not that deep,” blah blah blah whatever, I’m just saying that sometimes it’s important to look a little closer and examine the reasoning behind why things are written the way they are. It's important to ask these questions, like why does every gay mystery book I come across feature a gay man in a relationship with a man works for a force that notoriously antagonizes queer folk? I don't know, it just feels insidious to me. Look, if I were to consult my Copoganda meter for a moment, where a 100% is no copaganda; I’d say that Murder in the Rough is at a 40%, all Josh Lanyon book are at 0%, and A Light in the Darkness by Crystal D. Budy at a 70%! Cool, isn’t math fun? All that aside, my other least favorite thing in a book is when you can tell the author has a crush on a certain character but then doesn’t do anything within the narrative to make them hot for the reader. Share with the class, please! Because from where I’m standing, Jeremy never evolved past being a tool who relies on Jackson to do all the work… all while never trusting him the entire way. Also, I just don’t think casual rudeness between very close friends plays well in a literary format, because Jackson and Jeremy felt like they could barely even stand to be in each other’s company for a conversation, let alone have been besties for forever. Jackson’s narration would even constantly introduce Jeremy as “my best friend Jeremy” because we’d probably otherwise forget that they’re supposedly into each other. Sorry, but they really didn’t have chemistry, what with their constant sniping at each other, distrust in each other’s motives, and (on Jeremy’s end), throwing the other under the bus when they’re worried about getting in trouble with their boss. Was it the author’s intent to create a “will-they-won’t-they” dynamic between a couple where nobody cares if they will or won’t? Because if so, great job author, you did it!
I guess the only question left to ask here is… why do I keep reading this series if I don’t really like the romance and the mysteries aren’t really anything to brag about either? Well you see, Jackson has a cute cat named Rattlesnatches, and I'm easy enough that a simple sampling of paragraphs interspersed throughout a book detailing the daily life of a black cat can easily sway me positively towards a book’s side. I mean, it's not like the cat has much in the way of competition when it comes to fun characters anyway. Well, maybe that’s not entirely fair, because while Jackson is a somewhat charming, somewhat bland blank-slate of a protagonist who has by-the-numbers sexual tension with the flighty failure of a detective, Jeremy, I still enjoyed the former’s backstory and the fraught dynamic between him and his mother. The book even touched on more“lesser” talked about topics around the gay experience™ like being the only out gay man in a small community and having people tokenize them in an attempt to look like an ally. The topic of allyship is generally a pretty sensitive one and since I’ve already filled my quota on sensitive topics with all that copaganda rambling up there, I’ll spare you the details my opinion on the matter. Just know that Jackson’s uncomfortable feelings surrounding being asked to plan the town’s Gay Pride Parade simply because he’s the only gay person who the mayor knows personally was especially well done. Because it’s like, yeah, Jackson knows deep down that these people have good intentions, but it still feels gross whenever people treat him as some kind of ambassador to a community that’s so diverse. Otherwise, isn't it odd how mystery authors always give the most chemistry to the characters that don't end up together? It sucks because even though reading through every Jackson and Jeremy romance scene is like eating cereal without any milk, we just have to roll with the punches. Well, to that point I’ve got to say that I think Jackson should have just hooked up with Sawyer on their fishing trip. Get it, "hooked?" ...Like a fishing hook. Anyway, it was immediately clear that Jackson had way more going on with Sawyer than with Jeremy (and he's not a cop), so I honestly would have liked this book a lot more if it hadn’t held on so tightly to their predetermined coupling. Jackson and Sawyer could have had something beautiful! I'm talking all around the clock, I'm talking hope nobody knocks, I'm talking opposite of soft, I'm talking wild, wild thoughts! Or you know, he could have also gone out with the weirdo coroner guy who couldn’t stop hinting that he wanted to jump on Jackson’s bones. You could say he had him dead to rights heh heh. Look, I’m just saying that I hate it when authors give the main character a bunch of options and then always pick the most boring one! Nonetheless, I did find this installment to be more engaging than the first book, and I probably would have finished it earlier if I hadn’t read, like, fifty volumes of this manga called Ascendance of a Bookworm. Which interestingly enough is another story featuring a main character whose biggest personality trait is that they love books, so you know, write what you know or whatever. So yeah, this book was alright, and even if I didn’t really feel the urgency necessary for a murder mystery or any magic between the two leads, I can’t deny the fact that the I enjoyed the punchy writing style enough to get me wanting to dive right into book three.
“The perpetually innocent and pathologically boring person often worries about their mentally fabricated guilt.”