What do I say about The Fire Maker? What can I say? (My reviews are currently a little rough, but with a little practice hopefully I'll be able to convey all the thing I need to.)
Let's start with the setting: post-Mao China of the 1990's, a period of history that Westerners know so very little about. I wanted to drown in the descriptions of this new Beijing in the era after the Cultural Revolution. Business booming practically overnight, wealth flooding into the county as it modernized yet still kept to its roots. I could almost smell the food cooking in the marketplace, hear the very life itself of the city rise off the page--had Peter May chosen to write this solely as a nonfiction exploration of dichotomy of western business meets eastern ideals, of the growth of one of the world's biggest economies, I would have devoured it.
And yet . . .
Let's be frank, I love thrillers (even if I might be considered hard to please) both on the page and the screen. Blood and guts and murder? Gimme! Criminal Minds, Law and Order, Dexter? Yes, yes, and yes! All the police procedurals, the crime dramas, I want them all.
So when The Fire Maker began with a body burned alive in a Beijing park, I was all, "Heck yeah!" And then there was Detective Li Yan, who I wanted to adore--yet he fell into a trope. The (mostly) solitary policeman, single, few friends and close family, married to his work, any of this sounding familiar? (There was also the trope of him "trying to regain his family's honor/reputation/respect/ 'mianzi' (face)" rings slightly more true when set in China or other cultures where there is a great deal of importance is placed on the past, traditions, honor, etc.) So, I ended up feeling pretty 'meh' about our intrepid hero, though his internal dialogue had its funny moments and gave him a more interesting voice during sections with his POV. (And all the Uncle Yifu, I wanted so much more of their interactions!)
Then there was Doctor Margaret Campbell.
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I spent most of the book wanting to strangle her. Her cultural insensitivity and naiveté and otherwise all around stupidity and unprofessionalism annoyed me to no end. There would be these brief moments where it seemed like she was learning or being more tolerant, and then she'd dash it down the drain by doing the exact thing that someone just minutes previously had told her not to do. (Cue the not impressed face, a raised eyebrow, and some (make that a lot of side-eye.)
Even her sad past (yes it is actually sad . . . ish) that sent her running to China in the first place, elicited minimal sympathy from me because I was too stuck on the whole "why didn't you read your basic introduction packet before (or even after) you got to China" added to the whole "somebody is telling you things that might be helpful (and even if the person telling you the thing is a blowhard) maybe you should actually listen or at least try to comply the cultural norms of the place you're in" and the "how stupid are you comparing another country to the US and expecting things to be the same" things. (Please excuse my run-on sentence, I obviously had a lot of feelings on this subject.)
(And a side note of an observation I made about Margaret Campbell: perhaps the whole culturally insensitive Westerner thing was meant to be read as an allegory(?), parallel to the time period and the attitude of westerners, specifically Americans, of the time? Perhaps she was written purposely this way? But even if that's the case, it does not make her a sympathetic character, especially to me, a mixed race, multicultural woman in the 21st century (I shudder to think about the past and the real people who acted like this (and the ones that still do it to this day)).)
Something that I did enjoy: the fact that Li Yan and Margaret Campbell had easily one of the best "meet ugly" I've read in a long time. I thought it gave them a lot of room to grow and change perceptions and to become more enjoyable well rounded characters . . . or so I had hoped.
Something that pissed me off: the shortened timeline of the book, which in it of itself I wouldn't have minded, it is supposed to be a thriller after all, but this led to an "insta-love" trope that didn't feel organic. Actually it felt forced considering when the who characters start acknowledging that "there's something there" even if only to themselves, they'd had maybe two authentic conversations amidst quite a few arguments and purposely needling comments and more than a few cultural misunderstandings (if not outright prejudice and unwillingness to stop judging each other's "foreign" natures by the standards of their own culture).
Another thing, how do you write a story with so many vivid side characters who could have contributed so much more to the story, yet you leave them hanging on the peripherals? Because you've purposely chosen to center the story on the two main characters and their interactions with each other, which in my opinion, means you literally, perhaps even deliberately, maimed you story. Where it should run, you've left it wallowing in the mud. Where it could fly and soar, you've blinded it, unable to see sky.
And then the mystery itself that brought these two characters together in the first place--how did it take a backseat and only really feel like it was a part of the story after the first 100 pages, then its there for a bit, and then only seemingly have any relevance in the last 70 pages or so?
Short timeline, slow beginning, and then a huge rush at the end that felt like it came out of nowhere, and then that somewhat unsatisfying ending which dovetailed into the opening for the next book in the series.
Over all my rating is 1.5 stars, rounded up because Goodreads doesn't do half star reviews.
I will acknowledge that I am somewhat nit-picky by nature and am horrendously difficult to please, so another individual may find that my gripes are inaccurate. (So maybe take only one grain of salt from the salty sea that is me and my review. :D)
I received a review copy from Quercus in exchange for my honest review and that in no way shapes, changes, or otherwise impacts how I viewed this book . . . with the possibly exception that I endeavored to finish it in order to review the work in its entirety.