Present word count of WIP: 58,116
Sick Suspense. Those are the words that come to mind in describing this psychological thriller by James Patterson.
According to the Oakland Press:
“Move over Thomas Harris, along comes James Patterson. Before you settle into Patterson’s latest book, make sure you’ve got a couple free nights of reading time. It’s the sort of grisly tale that keeps your hands gripping the book and your heart pounding at any unusual noise in the house.”
I beg to differ on two points:
1) Patterson doesn’t hold a candle to Harris.
2) My hands didn’t grip the book nor did my heart pound in fear.
Patterson is not nearly as literary as Harris. He may try to make up for his average writing style with extra graphic descriptions, but that only served to make me feel sick. I almost gave up on the book twice. The only reason I skimmed ahead was to see if my hunch about one of the perpetrators, Casanova, was correct. It wasn’t, so at least he kept me guessing, but the surprise at the end kind of came out of left field. Not so satisfying.
I know many are enamored with his main character, Alex Cross, an African-American detective and psychologist, but I thought the character of Kate McTiernan, the victim that manages to escape more than once, much more intriguing. This is the third book in a row by a male author on this list in which the female main character is as strong, if not stronger, than the male. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s a given in successful suspense.
The only thing I really liked about this book?
His first line:
“For three weeks, the young killer actually lived inside the walls of an extraordinary fifteen-room beach house.”
Now, that’s spooky. That conjured up all kinds of scenarios in my head.
Do you think suspense novels are best when they describe everything in graphic detail, or leave that kind of stuff to your imagination?