Dear God. The writing in this book was just. So. Bland.
Disclaimer: I didn't finish the book. Which is unheard of for me, but the writing was so tedious and patronising I just couldn't do it any more.
The premise sounded promising, if pretty run-of-the-mill for crime fiction - gory murders, serial killer, FBI involvement, yadayada. I wasn't aware it was the 9th in a series, and if I had been, I probably wouldn't have bothered buying it.
The main problem that Gallery of the Dead seems to suffer from is such amateurish and basic writing it actively detracts from any worthwhile plotline or development. It's so awkward, clunky, and bland it's genuinely hard to read. It reads like an early draft of an amateur writer, not the work of someone who's had 10-odd novels published.
Characters are always referred to by their full title - on page 2, the name of a cat is mentioned 9 times. It's never 'the cat' or 'her pet' or 'the animal', it's ALWAYS 'Mr Boingo'. (Really?)
Every chapter is ended on an awkward and over played cliff hanger.
Every female character is a hard-ass bitch.
Every character is such a boring, overused stereotype I found myself literally groaning out loud at some of the cliches. The main character is a damaged (of course he is) cop, who suffers from extreme insomnia (of course he does) and also a genius who graduated at 19, with a PhD by 23 (of course he did). It's like the author has taken every single cliche crime thriller hero stereotype he can think of, and run with them. There's no originality, no real craft in the writing or language. It reads like a first year student's work.
Very disappointing work, from a supposedly established and well-known author.
If you're wondering whether or not to read this...my advice is just don't.