This could have been oh-so-good; what an intriguing story concept. I admit I was weary about it from the outset because in my experience it is very difficult to write convincing god-like beings. Alas the execution in this case leaves so much to be desired that I have trouble convincing myself to even read the 2nd book, never mind the entire set of four.
I usually start with what I liked about a book, but here I didn’t actually like anything much beyond the basic concept. Pestilence, who was Dr Aldo Bianchi during the Black Plague, is a Frankenstein of a character. Pest (as he is lovingly known as *rolls eyes*) doesn’t sound nor feel like a 14th century man, nor does he sound like somebody with that origin who has had several centuries to adjust and grow into his role as one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. He’s unable to touch anyone with his bare hands lest he infect them with a deadly disease, and supposedly he has therefore spent centuries mostly apart from humans, by himself in the amazon jungle, seeking solitude and wrestling with his guilt for not being able to save his family, and for committing suicide — yet he is up on the most recent slang (which feels even anachronistic for a modern physician), is an experienced lover of both women and men, and has established a distinguished career as a specialist in homeopathic/herbal treatments (the author conflates these) of infectious diseases.
His lover-to-be, Bartholomew (Bart) Winston III, a Harvard biologist, is a milquetoast character who can’t even muster any authentic anger over having been abandoned in the Amazon wilderness by his scheming lover Jason, which in my book adds up to attempted murder even if Jason hadn’t realized Bart was sick. Since karma’s gonna get him, Bart apparently doesn’t have anything to be pissed about. Also, if Jason hadn’t ditched him, he wouldn’t have met Pest! Yeah, that reasoning has never worked for me. Bart is boring and bland, gets conveniently pushed around the authorial chessboard to be a foil to Pest, and I never once felt any CHARACTER there. Or any romance. Or sexual heat, for that matter. The horsemen of the apocalypse apparently need to use condoms. I laughed out loud. I thought only his hands transmitted virulent diseases, and he himself didn’t get sick?
Maybe I would have developed more of a feel for the two together if not, shortly after Bart literally stumbles into the clearing in front of Pest’s Amazonian abode, Pest gets called away by Death to spread some plague somewhere, and leaves Bart to be cared for by Lam (an agnus dei, lamb of God), brought in as the ringer to nurse Bart. Umm. Structurally, this is a bad decision. Lam is a third wheel who’s spending time with one of the protagonists while the other one is off-screen. I found him intriguing, but we never learn more about him, and that makes him merely an obstacle. And instead of our protagonists getting to know each other, they spend the first 20% of the book apart. When they reunite, miraculous they’re very attached to each other anyway. Yeah, not buying it.
The mother of all problems for this book is inconsistency. I’ve already mentioned the issues that don’t jive in regard to Pest. Death is the intrepid leader of our foursome, and tasked with preserving the secret of the horsemen and lambs of god and who knows what else.. Nobody tattles; this is srs bizniz. And yet, dedicated to keeping the secret for centuries, when Bart is a little pushy about wanting to know the truth, Pest caves immediately. And Death instantly converts from Keeper of the Secret upon Pain of Unnamed Yet Dire Consequences to spurring him on — but warns him not to let on about Lam because that would be worse than talking about the horsemen. So what does Pest do? He leads off by spilling the goods about Lam. And Death seems just fine with that. Hello? Wasn’t anyone but me paying attention?
Also, Death fetches Pest to immediately drop everything and go to Cambridge, where Bart’s duplicitous ex Jason and his 3 companions lie very ill from possibly the same sickness Bart has barely recovered from. Pest needs to come because it’s an epidemic spreading all through the town of Cambridge. Aside from 4 men not constituting an epidemic, what the heck is Pest gonna do? The illness of these men is manifesting very differently from Bart’s; it’s not at all clear that this is the same illness at all, so why would his herbs work? He is an instigator of plagues, he doesn’t stop them. He doesn’t have supernatural; healing powers, he barely manages to keep Bart alive, and it seems more a matter of accident than design; he picks some herbs and makes some concoctions. If unplanned epidemics are a bad thing, why doesn’t Death just terminate those guys?
There are lots of smaller inconsistencies. Maybe because I read so many mysteries and am particularly prone to notice continuity errors, but this book ripped me out of the story every few pages with something. I recommend better beta readers if an editor is to expensive.
The ending is predictable and nothing about the writing of it made me feel "YAY!", which is a crying shame, because it is such a big, honking deal, and ought to be celebrated. But it just felt ho hum.
I am hesitating between 1 and 2 stars. I’m giving it 1.5 and rounding up because the concept is way above average for the genre, even if the execution is a major letdown. I can always hope somebody else picks the idea up and does something awesome with it.