Gotta say, I’ve enjoyed this series up until now but I’m not so sure anymore. There are things going on with the writing in this book that I don’t think I can get past. Pros and Cons below.
Pros
1) Fairly solid in terms of mystery and the pacing, although slightly more predictable than previous books.
2) A very thoughtful and what I can only assume to be accurate (I was not in NYC that day) description of September 11th and the absolute horror and tragedy of the day. Respectful portrayal of victims, NYPD and FDNY.
Cons (are you ready??)
1) For the love of god Mr. James, stop using entire paragraphs to describe women's looks. When a woman is terrified because her sick mother has been kidnapped for ransom, I can assure you that WE DO NOT CARE that
“despite her face being drained and all scrunched up in misery, she was an extremely good-looking young woman.”
This, followed by four more sentences to describe those looks in detail, followed by another paragraph describing her clothing. And yes, her sick, elderly mother has just been taken by a crazy dude who is threatening to murder her. I can assure you, this is not the only example - nearly every female character is treated to this assessment. Oh, and the 80s called. They want the term “leggy” back.
2) Fuck sake, when a woman smiles at you it doesn’t mean she wants to have sex with you. Nor is she using her special female sexy power to try to manipulate you. Specific examples of this include but are not limited to:
Detective Branson with a female witness:
“And she had real come-to-bed eyes. Which he caught twice in fast succession and then did his best to ignore…”
Oof. Tough sitch. Trying to ignore those come-to-bed eyes. I get it.
Detective Pewe in his female boss’s office: “Then she looked at him and smiled. A long, almost come-on smile. Instantly, he melted.” Aw. Feels! Like I’m gonna throw up.
Are you sensing a theme here? 'Kay, one more.
3) General skeeviness. On two separate occasions, the same said female boss has male detectives (who are direct reports) in her office and they BOTH fantasize about getting it on with her. On the desk, in one case. Cue the bow-chicka-wakka-chicka music, it's that bad. Clearly she has used her come-on smile too effectively. Detective Pewe even had trouble taming his erection, poor guy!
Although after this review it may seem like it, I’m not usually a stickler on this subject. In fact I’m pretty sure it was in the earlier books too, just to a lesser degree. But this one… it was so laden with out-dated, crudely sexist terminology that I don’t even know why I read to the end. Even the cliffhanger won't be enough to bring me back!