Killing Season
Years ago, as an early fan of Jonathon Kellerman, I decided to give his wife, Faye, a try. I reasoned that a good author would be attracted to another good author. In the case of Ms. Kellerman, this was not the case. I abandoned the book — whatever it was — early. But yesterday in the library, I saw she had a new book out and thought I’d try again, this time thinking she may have grown as a writer.
I’m sad to report she hasn’t. This book is a mess: the writing (and editing) are poor, the plot is lame, the characters wooden and preposterous, the dialogue from another universe. “Killing Season” is a mystery about the murders of four teenage girls, murders that occur in four different cities in four different seasons. The first victim is the sister of the book’s hero, Ben Vicksburg, who is, we are told, a genius, which makes him the ideal amateur detective for this tale. Presumably the book is about him solving the case, or at least that’s one of the things it’s about, but I wouldn’t know; I quit halfway through. Keep that in mind as you read this; maybe the book makes a complete turnaround. I wouldn’t know.
I won’t go into all my complaints about “Killing Season.” Three points should suffice. First, I don’t know if Ms. Kellerman ever really knew what book she wanted to write. Is it a coming of age story about two teenagers who meet under trying circumstances and have to work out how to have a relationship? Is it a whodunit? Is it a police procedural? I’m not sure, but it fails on all three plots. These teenagers are like no teenagers I have EVER met: their conversations are unrealistic, their attraction to one another or anyone else is never quite explained, and the dynamics of the larger high school group haven’t existed since 1950. There’s tension in the relationship that hasn’t much basis; the sex, given the odd puritanism of the group, is just weird; and the extent to which each of them tolerates undesired behavior is ridiculous. And how is it that 17-year-olds are getting on airplanes, flying 1000 miles, renting cars, staying in motels, all without any parental involvement or even parental knowledge? Last I heard you have to be 25 to rent a car, you need serious money to buy a plane ticket, and the parents of a murdered girl might not be all that eager/willing to talk to the brother of another girl, even if he is a genius.
And don’t get me started on the parents. To a person, the three sets of parents I met in this book are disengaged from their children despite serious catastrophes in their families. On the one hand, they are described as caring, loving, good parents; on the other hand, they ricochet through bad behavior: abandoning the kids at meals, failing to engage in serious dialogue, invading privacy, and getting angry when they should be getting worried. They are, as the King of Siam would say, a puzzlement.
But I think the icing on the cake is the police. We have detectives who show this 17 year old boy the complete files on his sister’s murder, have conversations with him in which they are stunned by HIS insight into the case. They alternate between telling him to quit investigating and then pleading for his notes. And as an aside: we have magic. Vicks, the boy, tells us he collects data, puts it into his computer, and waits for the analysis; yup, magic happens. And the magic reveals pretty basic stuff, like the meaningfulness of the dates of the disappearances of the girls.
Okay, one more point. These kids are repeatedly told by important people in their lives to stop doing stuff: don’t go on that hike, turn over the files, stop asking questions, do this, don’t do that. And they are NEVER obeyed, and nothing ever happens to convey to these kids that they should be paying attention. No one gets grounded, has the car keys taken, loses phone privileges, nada. What universe do these people occupy?
I'm curious; it's clear Kellerman has devoted readers. And it's clear I'm not one of them. So just who does she write for? I ask that in all seriousness. I'm going to read the other reviews so I have a better understanding of what others see.