A standard, low-key, just-fine mystery thriller, the kind that would make a pretty decent Netflix/Amazon Prime movie.
The title fooled me on this one. I thought there would be a lot more artifact hunting, different parties stealing masks away from each other, clues hidden inside ancient art, shamans vs. scientists--a bit of Raiders of the Lost Ark, without the Nazis. It wasn’t that interesting. Instead, it was academics vs. Big Pharma villains, with just a hint of “maybe curses DO work!!” thrown in. So here are my thoughts, in no particular order:
I’d already forgotten the main characters’ names and had to look them up. Oh yeah--Duncan and Grace. They’re both Ph.D.s, and smart enough people; he’s nice and a little laid back, good with kids; she’s thin and very driven by her experiments, which involve cutting up fruit flies for their ovaries.
Which is evocative or ironic or something, because Duncan wants kids and she keeps having miscarriages, which is in turn tied to some mysterious meeting years ago when she and the dead reporter met in Chicago and something happened that Grace doesn’t want Duncan to find out about and keeps thinking about without actually explaining to us what’s going on, which I find extremely annoying in a point-of-view character. Neither of them are particularly memorable; they’re reasonably competent, and don’t do anything stupid or cringe worthy, but that’s about it.
The other good-guy characters follow suit. The nine-year-old kid, Janie, is actually not annoying, which is nice. The dead reporter sounds like she was pretty obnoxious as a teenager, but doesn’t have any particular personality traits as a grown up, besides being mysteriously dead in the woods. The grief-stricken, emotional adulterer Mo is more of a plot engine than a hero. Detective Mortensen is a big guy who’s smarter than he appears, but we don’t get to know him at all. The plucky Sri Lankan reporter is the most fun person we meet.
The villains are villains: megalomaniacal head honcho who inexplicably does his own dirty work; right-hand henchman who may or may not be in on the whole thing but definitely does bad stuff (with daddy issues thrown in as an attempt at character development?), monosyllabic guards, and native-servants-with-good-hearts who turn on the evil bad guys at the last minute. No actual shamans or exorcists make an appearance other than on video.
The real standout in this story is the absolute school of red herrings swimming everywhere. Which drug company is the real villain? Who’s actually behind the kidnapping? Is everybody in on the plot? What really killed all these characters who turn out to be connected to the development of a new, mysterious drug? How does that drug actually work? When did the reporter start figuring this out, and why for the love of rationality didn’t she back up her notes? How does a murder method that relies on the victim’s intense attention to video and sound to kill through hypnotic suggestion work on a wary and suspicious victim out in a forest? OK, that last wasn’t a red herring, it was an annoying lapse of logic … or a hint that curses actually work! Dum, dum, DUMMMM!!! And kind of dumb, too.
But hey, the tourist-photo glimpses of Sri Lanka were interesting, and the author did give me a nice (if superficial) feel for the place she knows very well, so points for using an under-used locale.