The devil take me away from this awful book!
SPOILERS
My main issue is with our protagonist, Mario, and his relationship to the audience versus his relationship to the plot.
Mario has been through the ringer: his daughter died of a horrible disease, his wife left him soon after and he's drowning in medical debt. His friend Brian introduced him to the wonderful world of killing people for money, and Mario has now signed on for one last big job: one that, hopefully, will keep him financially comfortable for life and maybe even get him back together with his wife.
So he, Brian and this guy named Juanca head from Austin down to Mexico and back to Austin, picking up guns and magic good luck charms along the way, intent on ambushing a cartel vehicle loaded down with cash. The proceedings are appropriately gritty, a tad sleazy and incredibly supernatural which, added together, should make for a fun ride.
The problem is we are firmly stuck in Mario's head and perception of the world, and Mario has a LOT of opinions on things. He misses his wife and daughter, which makes sense, but he also mentions it constantly and comes across as . . . I dunno, whiny? A little self-pitying? I want to be sympathetic to the dude, but it's hard to enjoy their mission when everything, EVERYTHING reminds him of his wife and daughter.
Secondly, Mario pontificates a lot. At the beginning of the book, he describes himself as intelligent, which I believe to be true, but I am not exaggerating when I say he has an opinion on EVERYTHING. Before heading to Mexico, the trio stop at a barbecue joint and encounter some stereotypical racists. They (by which I mean Juanca and Mario) beat the snot out of them and make it clear that they should amend their bigoted ways. Pretty straightforward scene, right? But then Mario spends several pages explaining how pervasive racism is in America, how it's such an evil, how everybody's implicated in this grand evil. And I agree with his point of view, but also . . . you beat the guys up. Why are you telling us this when your actions indicated everything we needed to know?
Finally, Mario being in his head all the time makes the other characters seem hollow, two-dimensional. Mario has known Brian for a long time, but over the course of this journey, we come away knowing two things about Brian: he's a junkie trying to get clean and he's an indignant white boy who questions EVERYTHING that happens. And Juanca's personality doesn't help things, either. He's your stereotypical gruff, strong, silent type, constantly telling Brian to shut up and not ask too many questions. But also . . . they're on a life or death mission here. Why wouldn't Juanca give them more details about what's going to happen? Unless there's some sort of contrived twist at the end of the book that requires him to be obtuse, and obtuse in the most manufactured way possible. But, no, that couldn't be the case.
Either way, you have endless scenes of Brian asking indignant questions and Juanca telling him to shut up. And all the while, Mario is not engaged. He perceives, but he's not involved in the proceedings AT all, except for brief moments of action. Instead of character development, there's pontificating and instead of staying present, Mario's constantly thinking to the past or the future. Which, let me be clear, is a valid choice for your protagonist. I get the impression that The Devil Takes You Home wants to be both a gritty and gory heist story and a reflective piece on the nature of grief and trauma and regret, with plenty of socio-political commentary thrown in. It IS a valid choice, and it COULD work.
The problem is the writing's not strong enough to have it both ways. When I'm complaining about Mario, I'm also complaining about Gabino Iglesias: not just because he's making the choice to write Mario this way, but because when Mario and others talk, it sounds less like the character speaking and more like the author speaking through him. Later on in the book, there's a scene where the trio acquire guns, and Juanca spends a few lengthy paragraphs talking about how easy it is to get guns in America, and then the white gun dealers spend a few lengthy paragraphs explaining how much easier it is for white guys to get guns than it is for brown guys, and then Mario recaps the whole scene with a lengthy screed about racism and how guns are tearing this nation apart. (Also, one of the white gun dealers has a Dawn of the Dead t-shirt, and Mario keeps calling the zombie on his shirt a creature instead of a zombie. Just call it a freakin' zombie, my guy!)
And that is The Devil Takes You Home. It's a lot of emotion and opinion, but lacking in character development. It punctuates these long, tedious scenes of driving with moments of action, but those moments of action are described the same whether it's shooting a guy or opening up a garage door. And, most frustrating of all, the prose is just so extra a lot of the time. It's the classic "saying 'as of right now' instead of 'now'": Iglesias constructs phrases and sentences in a way that tries to elevate the prose but just comes across as exhausting AND it feels really inappropriate for the material.
It's bad. It could have been good, I like to think I see where it was trying to go, but it just doesn't.