Before I say anything about this book, I'd first like to point out that I have read all of the other 17 previous Lynley/Havers books in the series and liked most of them. Not all of them to the same degree, but I generally enjoyed reading them, even the atypical "What Came Before He Shot Her" that many fans seemed to dislike. So I thought that I might feel similar about this one. I even saved it up to read on vacation. And then... this.
Going by Kindle percentages, I really detested the first 40% of this. While forcing myself through pages of pages of dull descriptions that should have been edited out, I actually came up with several different theories -
had this been written by somebody else to continue a lucrative series?
Was Elizabeth George tired of writing about the same people for two decades and thus tried to prove that this series is dead with this book?
Did she have her mind on other things and hammer this out as quickly as possible?
Did she rely on there being an editor who never appeared?
Did she need to prove some relevance of Italy to her work for some tax relief for a vacation?
I really don't know. But there are so many things wrong with it.
Sloppy writing - Havers repeating the same expressions over and over and over. Like, I wonder who many times she says "Got that in a [insert name of a container - usually bucket, with some variations]" throughout the book to express that she understood something. It seems a new mannerism. A British expression that Elizabeth George recently learned and wants to show off?
And speaking of showing off: Why are there all those Italian words and sentences sprinkled throughout the text? Since I speak Spanish, I could guess the meaning for most of them, but otherwise you can only guess from the context because they don't get translated. So yes, yes, much of the story is set in Italy, but readers wouldn't forget that even without throwing in random words in Italian. An example? A dead person's wallet is found, and in the text, it is only referred to as "portafoglio". There is nothing culturally different about Italian wallets, it does not help the plot to say it in Italian, and yet, just to show off... foreign language skills? The mystifying nature of non-English-speaking countries?... it's a portafoglio. The same goes for a market, where important scenes take place: It is, forever, a mercato, no matter if it in a scene, conversations are supposed to be held in English or Italian at the time. And it all reaches a point where this doesn't add a bit of Italian atmosphere but just starts to appear bizarre.
Oh. And. Italy. All those cliches. The Italian mammas are generally dramatic, Catholic, unreasonable ladies who pamper their sons, who, in turn, live at home and let themselves be spoilt until they get married. Italians are disorganized and often overwhelmed by emotions - be it anger or lust. They continuously drink coffee with sweets that invariably melt on the tongue. And so on, and so on. I kept feeling like I could hear the author behind the narrator, lifting her finger and saying "See? I've been to Italy for a week or two! So I know exactly what people there are like. It's all so very different! Here are some stereotypes and gratuituos Italian words to prove it!" Meh.
The plot, which barely advances through half of the (very long) book. For the first half, I considered just giving up - but I paid full price for this and read all the previous ones. Then, at 50%, things seem to get resolved, and I felt some disbelief that I should have just as many pages still ahead of me. At 60%, things seemed to flow a little better and reading seemed less tedious. I'm currently at 70% and there have been some more twists that felt a bit like afterthoughts to fill a planned number of pages, and I fear that more of those will follow until the book is finally over.
And lastly... the characters. Most of all, Havers. She gets reduced to her most prominent traits (badly dressed, red high-top trainers, junk food, cigarettes, following her gut, bristling when dealing with authority) and the result is a completely unreasonable madwoman who runs through the story like a headless chicken, apparently out of a half-conscious love for Azhar. Weirdly, Hadiyyah, who seemed to have a play a much more important role in her life in the previous novels, seems sort of irrelevant to her now, and there is hardly any interaction. Her motivation mostly seems to be to help Azhar and she does so in the most panicked ways possible. And after reading so many novels where she was a main character, most of it just doesn't make sense and does not seem like something she would ever do. Ever. Sure, she would be unconventional and brave and loyal. But not this. And Lynley, who seems strangely ghost-like except for his interest in Deirdre Trahair, does worry about her but just sits and waits for much of the novel, instead of calling her out on her complete insanity. And then there are the secondary characters who add to the impression that this novel was written by following a proven recipe: Denton, who appears but whose character remains completely flat, and St. James and Deborah, who make a very pointless appearance that feels like Elizabeth George was required to mention them somewhere in the book, and so they got tucked somewhere into the middle.
So. Still 30% ahead of me, which feel a bit like a chore.
My level of anger at this book is directly proportional to the length of this review, which is the longest I've ever written here - and I haven't even finished the book yet. Ugh.
Edit:
Okay, I forced myself through the last 30%, which could have been edited to generously reduce their length. Much of them seemed to be Barbara Havers noticing that Italians speak Italian, and that she doesn't. And even though there was a quip earlier in the book that Americans tend to just address everyone in English whereas Europeans are much more aware of the existence of foreign languages, Havers does exactly the same. And about two dozen times, what she says is "I really wish you spoke English!" (but not that she herself spoke Italian).
The book goes on, and on, and there isn't enough in the plot to support it. So it was a bit of a drag. Glad it's over. I'm not sure if there will be another part to this series, and I'm not sure if my review of this book will be fresh enough in my mind to avoid it. But I guess I should.