Well, I can't say I didn't warn myself. I LIKE the Ryan DeMarco mysteries. I LIKE the character of Ryan DeMarco, and his girlfriend/crime solving partner, Jayme. I think the mysteries are complex and puzzling, and I like the equal contributions each character makes to the ultimate resolution.
I DON'T like the bottomless internal personal self-profiling that each character does. At the end of the fourth mystery, DeMarco is shot in the chest. While wounded and uncertainly conscious, he encounters a gentle looking stranger with a gentle looking smile who directs DeMarco to accompany him, as he has many dazzling things to show him. Readers can be forgiven if they take this to mean that DeMarco is dead. Spoiler: He isn't. He doesn't know it, but DeMarco is in a coma, and his mysterious companion leads him on a journey through self-discovery. As he emerges from unconsciousness, he grows more and more reluctant to leave his coma-induced realm, but awaken he must, and when he does, he's a different Ryan DeMarco.
Does it matter? How would a reader describe the pre-wounded DeMarco? He remains riddled with guilt over the death of his infant son. A distracted driver t-boned DeMarco's vehicle, and the baby perishes. It's not DeMarco's fault, but he cannot stop tormenting himself nor blaming himself for the loss. He deeply misses his deceased novelist friend, who dies way back in the first installment of the series. He knows that he loves Jayme, but he is not certain of whether he is worthy of her love in return. Moving ahead to the post-coma DeMarco, he has become a 21st century flower child. There's beauty everywhere he looks, anything Jayme wants is okay with him, and he even finds comfort in believing that his companion during his coma may even be the aged version of his late son. Now, I cannot lay any claim whatsoever to knowledge of what it's like to nearly die at the hands of someone with a gun...but it's somehow a strain to believe the growly, gruff, pre-coma DeMarco with the Tiptoe Through the Tulips character he becomes.
Randal Silvis gives readers their money's worth. Each book requires readers to pack a lunch; it's going to be a long schlog (I don't use the term derisively; to me, any long book is a schlog). But Silvis devotes an increasing amount of pages to DeMarco's spiritual evolution. Strong characters are always a plus, but in a murder mystery, the characterization must be balanced with investigation action, and resolution. The mystery here is an absorbing one, but the characterization strains credulity, and I'm beginning to wonder if the DeMarco mysteries are worth the candle.