There are many things that I love about James Patterson.
Such as...
-his innovative stance on treating books and reading as a business (yes, I mean it as a compliment). Advertising his books through tv commercials? Why not?! It's brilliant!
-the way he takes a firm stand on issues he believes in; for example, when he spoke out for authors and the craft of writing, and its associated need for appropriate recompense and respect in connection to the Amazon v Hachette feud.
-his commitment to increasing children's love of reading, as is demonstrated through his ReadKiddoRead website.
and
-the way he puts his money where his mouth is by not just saying that he supports independent bookstores and that he respects the importance of school libraries, but also showing that support and respect by awarding 2.25 million dollars worth of grants in total to these two types of establishments.
That being said, I don't love the way he co-writes almost all of his books these days, and I really didn't love this Patterson/Ledwidge novel in particular.
From an overview standpoint, it seems like a solid book: action packed plot, interesting characters, and a New York rich setting; but when you get down to it, the reading flow of the book is sub-par. Everything seems flat and I had an impossible time really engaging with the story. I equate this novel with a mediocre television show, one that you have on for background noise as you work on another task- only worth paying attention to on an occasional basis.
I did enjoy the NYC tidbits that were scattered throughout the story, but they were inserted so poorly into the narrative thread that it was jarring. To continue the comparison to low-grade tv, the way the New York history facts were presented reminded me of bad product placement on a show- obvious, forced, and awkward.
It's possible that I would have had more of an appreciation for this novel if I had read the other Michael Bennett novels, but I don't think that would have solved all the elements that bothered me, such as the two dimensional characters, and the annoying writing elements like how often MB was described as just stopping in his tracks and simply staring at something in disbelief, and how many, many, many times the current situation was compared to 9/11. It all got tiresome very quickly.
In addition, the actions of the villains were comical in the breadth and depth of their diabolical schemes- it would have been completely fitting for the authors to add in the occasional "Bwah-ha-ha!" with some gleeful hand-rubbing just for kicks. I might have appreciated the book more if they had just embraced the campy, over the top nature of the story. (Although they did gain back a minuscule modicum of my respect by mentioning Dr. Evil and James Bond late in the book, but by that point, I already considered the novel past the point of redemption.)
All in all, despite the fact that this book was a relatively quick read, I still wish I had that time back.
This book was obtained at BEA15, in exchange for an honest review.