Is this not the longest blurb you have ever seen in your life? Well, wait until you read the story, as it is much like the blurb: very well-written though undeniably verbose. When I began this story, immediately I was taken by the impressive use of vocabulary and the magnificently descriptive prose. Certainly the strength of this novel lies within the writing itself.
As one author recently noted, however, “Writing isn’t about beautiful language. It’s about realistic characters living amazing lives.” There are plot issues which are rather difficult to swallow, and the entirety of the work is in need of editorial tightening. The plot itself is extremely repetitive, retelling the same scenario numerous times.
Rick and Justin are the central characters, and the story is written in the first person in Justin’s voice. They meet on an elevator in chapter one, and they both get off on the thirty-third floor, hence the book’s title. (The book also has thirty-three chapters). Immediately the couple is sexually intimate, and they fall in love. There is virtually no courtship or dating. Instantly they are fully committed to one another, becoming monogamous, and Justin completely abandons his former existence in order to move forward in his life with Rick.
Thereafter the couple functions as matchmakers. One-by-one, secondary characters are introduced who each are single and lonely, and the couple pairs them up with other lonely singles. In every case, it is love at first sight, and the result is instant happiness and lifelong commitment.
The plot drastically shifts about three-quarters of the way into the book. Up until this point, the story is basically a series of erotic encounters, then suddenly it focuses upon espionage as a sub-plot unfolds. Betrayal, murder, and a climactic confrontation scene comprise what I view as a book-inside-of-a-bigger book.
My feeling is that the story would have been far more interesting if this mystery and espionage had been interwoven into the story from the beginning and if the erotic scenes had been limited. It is a classic example of the adage, “Less is more”. The author is extremely gifted at portraying beautiful, sensuous lovemaking scenes, but it felt to me as if many of them were unnecessary. And with the plot not really beginning to take off until so far into the story, it was a bit frustrating because it seemed to be just one sex scene after the next.
The characters themselves were oftentimes charming, but they also were a bit too perfect. I loved the manner in which the author wrote Australian dialect, and I was especially fond of the young character Shorty. Truthfully I’d love to see a sequel or spin-off of this book which features Shorty. He’s absolutely adorable.
J.J. South clearly has literary talent, and his writing is most impressive. He’s eloquent in his use of vocabulary, and he definitely writes with sincerity and feeling. He has a distinct writer’s voice which is quite endearing. I look forward to reading more from him in the future.
The flaws I’ve identified in this review are primarily editorial, and I think that this self-published first novel is merely a stepping stone for some fantastic material which South is sure to produce in the future. At least this is my hope, for I’m anxious to read more.