4 stars for the great first entry, "Desert Places," which is a clever psychological thriller. It goes downhill from there, finishing with the disappointing novella "Break You." Not included is the true final conclusion "Stirred," which combines this series from Blake Crouch with J.A. Konrath's Jack Daniels series. And this is why the series, which started off nicely, loses its appeal for many Crouch fans.
There are mixed reviews about these books, and I have my own ambivalence. I have gone from thinking this series was a masterpiece to a piece of you-know-what within the same sitting. When you consider the numerous reviews of fans of Crouch and Konrath, the open-minded new reader will come to the same conclusion I have. Two brilliant authors have screwed up big time and don't know it yet.
Both authors were younger and hungrier when they began their perspective stories about Jack Daniels and Andrew Z. Thomas. But both epics, despite exquisite build-up of tension that is key to any thriller or horror, were flawed by an immature lack of consideration for the audience. Thus, in the "Thicker Than Blood" series, we have the main protagonist, Andrew, doing the stupidest things to keep the series going. This is not really a spoiler to say that when the killer films his own face on tape, gives it to the protagonist, and spells out his plan to blackmail said protagonist, well, that pretty much blows any credibility for the rest of the story about why the bad guy is not in jail immediately. But that wouldn't drag out every dollar this nonsense had to offer from the gore-porn fiends out there who think writers like Edward Lee are cutting edge.
And here lies the fundamental problem of the Crouch/Konrath collaboration. Konrath is pretty good at a variety of genres, including thrillers, horror, sci-fi, and erotica, and yet, he excels at none. I think he realizes this, as he goes by more pseudonyms than Michael Crichton and Dr. Seuss. Clearly, as a professional, Konrath hasn't embraced his identity as a writer as much as his bad guys have embraced their life's work as murderers.
And neither does Blake Crouch, who, in his early forties, should be sharpening his image to the public as a writer. But instead, he has stunted his career with this friendship with Konrath, and it's this little cutesy game that has become the selling point of his novels, rather than the strength of his work's own merit.
So now we have them not only collaborating on and finishing each other's books (in the name of a new wave of writing books via current technology), but now they are selling each other's books, leaving reviewer comments for each other’s novels on Goodreads, interviewing each other, and leaving intros and apologies on each other's reprints. This is not cutting edge as they want us to believe. Nor was this collaboration thanks to technology. This is two relatively young authors who might have once been competing with each other who lost their way and found they could make easy money mimicking and marketing each other to draw in two ready-made audiences rather than one.
Hence we have lovers of Crouch wondering why the third entry of the Andrew Thomas series (known as "Break You") is so violent and torture-hungry compared with earlier entries (which were not tame in the least, I assure you!) This is because Crouch started writing in the style of Konrath's "Kilborn" pen name. The intrigue and tension Crouch was going for in his series was replaced by a rushed sequence of nasty torture fantasies. Similarly, folks wonder what happened to their beloved Jack Daniels at the end of Konrath's series (aka "Stirred," which is also the ultimate end of the Andrew Thomas series.) Well, that's again because of a similar lack of focus on Konrath, who was now intent on making a book to profit on two separate audiences, thus being forced to write in a way that sacrificed the charm of his earlier entries for those who had already been hooked.
In the end, this collaboration probably led to an inevitable conclusion for Andrew Thomas. But the delivery of the denouement of this otherwise brilliantly kickstarted series was as poor as Rob Zombie's sell-out of Halloween.
As always, art and life are one, so the collaboration between these two authors has imitated the very subject matter that has prevailed in the bulk of their work since they got together: serial killers living the obligatory solitary life meeting up together by chance and finally having someone to share their depravity with. Except they start destroying each other, because that's what they know (see "Serial Killers Uncut," which outlines further back story behind "Break You.")
Similarly, Crouch and Konrath are two guys sharing the same sick need to destroy people in their writing. It's exciting to them and their fans right now. But it will be the end of their careers, and their fans will forget them. That's a shame, because both of them are good. Really good. I hope they grow up so we can read what they really can do.
To new initiatives of this series, read the fantastic two first books of this volume and quit. For those folks who already are fans of the third book because you read it as part of "Serial Killers Uncut," read on to "Stirred." You will find satisfaction there, even if you've already somewhat predicted what comes next.