Jack Kerley is as confusing and as a Datura induced hallucination.
One book, great love it! Next book, shocking couldnt finish.. Next, sort of okay... Next bordering on terrible...
The Memory Killer was certainly better than 'The Death Box' - which I had to stop reading - but it was lacking the certain pazazz and constant exhilaration of 'Her Last Scream'. I just felt that the abductor was 'identified' very early on in the novel, and so every chapter just saw Carson visiting people and reconfirming that it was indeed the person they suspected.
"We drove to insert place name here and spoke to insert name of a character we will never hear from again and had a conversation that 9 times out of 10 we won't cover with dialogue, and that confirmed our suspicions insert congratulatory whooping, but reservations about the fact we still can't find him, boo us
There was so much time just spent with them eating, or discussing the clothes that people were wearing or how they looked, which is lovely but when there is no progression to off-set the more perfunctory comments, then it becomes a very bland read.
The abductions and killings were gruesome, and the reasonings behind the killings was quite well developed, and actually the main progression in the whole novel was the vindictiveness of the killer, I just wished that the police-work and leads and red-herrings had been closer and just more.
I did love that the whole Jeremy/Carson thing had been resolved a bit, because the dubious goings-on of Jeremy were getting a tad repetitive. There was progression, but at the same time Kerley has left it open for more development which is interesting but hopefully it doesn't just stagnate again.
Oh, one last mini gripe, does Carson have to screw a woman in every book?! Lord I hope he sticks with this one because seeing him start a proper relationship and become a bit more settled will be more interesting than this shopping around
I thought that this was an overall okay read, but I just wanted to see a bit more.