***I received a free Kindle copy via Goodreads Giveaways in exchange for an honest review. ***
I am rather torn about this book, as I did not enjoy it very much, but felt the need to see it through to the end. At less than 300 pages, I assumed it would not take much time to knock this off my TBR but those 250+ pages felt like triple the actual number.
The overall plot, the main story, had immense potential to be a great novel, but the execution greatly lacked. The writer had a rather simplistic style of writing, and paired with the excess filler that no one filtered out, it made for a slow read. There was a choppy feel to the story, as it lacked a smooth flow of events. There was extra fluff, that I don't want to call details because a picture wasn't painted for the reader, but rather we are just told exactly what is happening. Basically, "Raymond sat in a chair. He was drowsy. Raymond watched a detective show. Then he went to bed. Raymond woke his mother up. He gave her meds and answered her questions." It had a robotic feel to it, stilted.
Ever had a college professor that droned on, in a monotone, about history or something you didn't care much about? That's what reading this felt like, to a T.
On top of the basic format, we had too much going on. We have a serial killer, we have neighborhood crime, we have old murder cases popping up in meandering navel-gazing. Raymond didn't feel like a cop, he didn't act like a cop. We spent too much time with him on his off days, cleaning, talking to his son and taking care of his mother, nothing that added an extra layer to the story, but rather drug it out. Edmoud, also, didn't feel like a killer, like someone that some Mayberry cops wouldn't be able to catch after body dumping #2. Between the switching POVs, and the unnecessary subplots, I was hard pressed to finish this. It felt like King crammed a couple of ideas for multiple books into one.
I almost decided to DNF this, a chapter or two in, but I got a hint of the possible serial killer storyline and wanted to see if my brain would adjust the elementary writing. Honestly, my brain did just accept the writing format and was mildly invested in Edmund's role in the story, but his chapters were hard to read, just as Raymond's, simply for the fact that Raymond and Edmund sounded the exact same. Without the headers, it would have been easy to mix up the cop and the killer when they drifted into some memory of yesteryear.
I give the writer an A+ for effort, for the dark subject matter. But its a hard F for me, for the terrible writing style and handling of the splintered story. Some hard polishing and trimming of fatty bits could have made a pretty decent novella. He needed to pick a direction. Raymond: the cop, with a shitty childhood, a bad mother and criminal best friend. Or Raymond: the cop, that caught the most F'ed case of his life, who is chasing an UNKNOWN serial killer.... OR Edmund: the serial killer, that taunts local police.
That abrupt ending didn't help the rating and neither did the opening and closing chapters. Definite excess that could be cut to streamline a messy story.
I will pass on any future endeavors from R.J.