SKIN embodies everything that both interests and frustrates me about Ted Dekker. On the one hand, I love how ambitious it is, and I appreciate the way it pushes the envelope for mainstream Christian fiction. On the other hand, I'm floored that a novel this inept can even get published, let alone sell half a million copies.
SKIN goes from being a good book in the first act, to being a bad book in the second act, to being a terrible book in the third act. Dekker doesn't just waste a good premise; he obliterates it. The writing also gets sloppier and sloppier as the novel progresses, as though he were in a big rush to finish it and move on to his next paycheck--*ahem*--I mean, project.
The big problem with Dekker is that he overestimates his own creative genius. Since not too many well-known Christian authors write in the thriller/horror genre, Dekker's books tend to stand out in Christian bookstores, and people who mostly limit themselves to Christian fiction mistakenly think that he is doing something new and innovative. The reality, though, is that Dekker is a hackneyed writer whose work generally can't hold a candle to that of his secular peers (THR3E being the possible exception). I understand that Christians enjoy exploring the positive themes found in Dekker's books, but I personally found the theology/philosophy of SKIN to be incredibly muddled. Ted Dekker's exploration of what constitutes true beauty is nothing short of an absolute mess, and it comes across as especially odd in light of the fact that Dekker strikes me as caring more about his personal appearance than almost any other male author I can think of. I mean, what the heck is a 53-year-old author still doing dying his hair black and dressing like a teenager working at Hot Topic?
I admire that Dekker's books seldom get "preachy," but it doesn't change the fact that he sometimes shoehorns in an overt Christian message where none is required. As with THE BONEMAN'S DAUGHTERS, the spiritual overtones of SKIN feel tacked on simply to placate Dekker's Christian audience. Certainly, they do nothing to enhance the quality of the story. But more on that later...
Anyway, SKIN actually starts out pretty cool, with a deadly storm, a mysterious killer walking the streets, and an alternate reality in which the world has been reduced to a desert. Sure, it all feels like B-movie schlock...but in a good way. The first real problem occurs in how Dekker presents his characters. Dekker's idea of character development is to give each character a different quirk. One is shy around women, one hates to be touched, one dabbles in the occult, one seems hopelessly innocent (at least, for a while), etc. Oh, and the bad guy eats mustard straight from the bottle because he's craaaaaaaaaaazy!!! Apart from their one special quirk, however, each character is totally generic. The one exception being the eccentric genius detective character, who, due to Dekker's bad writing, actually comes across as a bumbling idiot.
The killer gives the main characters a task: determine who is the ugliest of the group and then kill him, or else they will ALL die. Sound exciting? Well, it's not. You see, in order for the characters to pass the test, the killer must agree with their choice. And, beacuse they don't know whether the killer is referring to inner-ugliness our outer-ugliness, and because the whole notion of beauty is completely relative in the first place, the characters have no basis for making an informed decision. They'd be better off playing "eenie, meeny, miny, moe."
(Spoilers begin now.)
Besides, it ends up being a trick question, anyway, and not worth all the time spent discussing it. Another subject that gets discussed endlessly with very little payoff is the possible identity of the killer. All the characters in this book constantly accuse each other of being the killer (based on little or no evidence, I might add), so it feels a little frustrating when all their finger-pointing turns out to be hopelessly off the mark. Since Dekker doesn't offer readers any real clues (only red-herrings), discovering the true identity of the killer is no fun whatsoever. (One of the things that made THR3E so good was that he actually set up the twist ending.)
In the third act, the book REALLY goes off the rails and becomes an unpleasant chore. We learn that the main characters are actually living inside a virtual reality video game. More specifically, they are living in a game within a game within a game. Trust me, it's as stupid as it sounds. Somehow, the killer (who is also one of the players inside the game) managed to reprogram the whole game from the inside (don't ask me how this is even remotely possible). The people running the game know what he is doing, but, for reasons that are never explained, continue to allow him to kill off the other players. One of the other players conveniently awakens from the game just in time to learn what is really going on. Once they realize they are inside a game environment, they somehow figure out they can "level up" and beat the bad guy simply by realizing that everyone is equally ugly on the inside. (Unfortunately for the bad guy, he's stuck on a lower level because he believes he's more beautiful than everyone else. Sorta like Satan! Get it? Because Christian novel!)
I am at a loss for words to express how stupid all this is. And there's a lot more I could complain about, but I think I'll stop there. You get the idea.
SKIN has a very interesting set-up that Dekker slowly turns into a trainwreck of bad plotting and lazy prose. The beginning 1/3 is good enough to prevent me from rating the book 1 star, but the third act is the literary equivalent of getting kicked in the crotch.