creepy, long-winded spree
filling in gaps in my thriller reading, I finally (finally!) read a book by Preston and Child.
the dawn of time, reading a review of Relic
and thinking it sounded amazing. Then I proceeded to ignore Preston and
Child for roughly 20 years.
yeah. Now I know why some people light up when you say, “Preston and Child,” to
some fun stuff to read. There’s crime and history and science and a museum
setting and a bit of the supernatural, and it’s all wrapped up in this
wonderfully zippy quest to solve some darn horrific murders in New York.
“cabinet of curiosities” plot element is pretty creepy. Basically, they were
like combination science museums / freakshows, and they were huge during the
late 1800s. Eerie as all crap, guys.
reading this book, I learned that Pendergast, the mysterious Southern gentleman
FBI agent who is vaguely the main character of the book, is the basis for
Preston and Child’s series. Dude’s pretty weird, but in a good way. And he does
this great time-traveling-in-his-head thing that threw me back to Jack Finney’s
Time and Again. (I also kept
thinking of Caleb Carr’s The Alienist because
of the creepy murders in Victorian New York.)
complaint is that this book is long, long, long, and some of the scenes drag
out even longer. Especially the suspenseful scenes. Seriously. I was
practically rooting at one point for the diabolical killer to just get it over
with so we could move on with the story.
there were sections of this book I had to skip because they got too creepy and
horrible. Surgical torture scenes? Ain’t gonna happen on my watch.
news: you can skip ‘em and…
will know unless you tell them,
won’t miss anything vital, and
avoid seeing images in your head that you can’t erase