I really wanted to like this book, but “in other words “, I didn’t.
Reading this was a struggle for many reasons - the least of which was the repeated use of “in other words” to restate a detail or thought process that already seemed clear enough - but largely due to the absence of style or substance throughout.
That issue alone became a major hurdle for me, slowing my reading up on so many occasions that the book was difficult to finish. In other words, I found myself distracted by the writer's severe lack of prose.
In the meat of the story, the dialogue between the characters was extremely hard to digest. Most of the conversational deliveries read like AI generated mash ups of cheesy detective dramas made for TV - late-night-over-65-medical-device-commercial-riddled bad TV. In other words, the people in the book didn’t speak or sound like human beings having natural human conversations which made each character almost entirely unrelatable. Even the character’s disjointed thoughts seemed to interrupt plot lines unceremoniously - pivoting the reader into what felt like a moment or afterthought that belonged somewhere else in the story entirely. In other words, the story failed to flow or come together long enough to feel invested in what was happening.
While the details surrounding the gore and deaths of the victims were likely medically accurate and intentionally graphic, it was difficult to feel horrified. In other words, it felt like reading a description of a dissection in medical school or a coroner's report rather than the aftermath of a terrifying act of violence.
Add to this the unnecessary and boring descriptions of landmarks - or in other words, Google map directions of streets sometimes spanning entire paragraphs - and painfully obsessive scene building using technical details of gun anotomy, bureau speak, parking spaces (really?), and vehicles down to the carbon fiber and step-by-step mechanical operations, I found myself starving for some emotional connection to anything in the story at all. In spite of what feels like a well researched (too well researched?) concept, nothing in this book springs to life on an organic level once you pass the cover; not the themes, atmosphere, characters, or storytelling. In other words: you did your homework, but where's the heart and soul?
Lastly, jumping from character to character from chapter to chapter didn't really lend itself to many mysteries when you get to the end. There are no surprises when you know what everyone is doing BEFORE the next chapter. I eventually stopped liking the characters altogether because they seemed unable to put obvious pieces of the puzzle together, and then when they did, I resented them while they caught up - there were no earth shattering revelations. In other words: DUH.
How did I find this on Goodreads with a 4.4 rating? In other words: what am I missing?