Clica una miniatura per anar a Google Books.
S'està carregant… Worse Angels (2020)de Laird Barron
Cap S'està carregant…
Apunta't a LibraryThing per saber si aquest llibre et pot agradar. No hi ha cap discussió a Converses sobre aquesta obra. Sense ressenyes | afegeix-hi una ressenya
Pertany a aquestes sèriesIsaiah Coleridge (3)
"Ex-majordomo and bodyguard to an industrial tycoon-cum-U.S. senator, Badja Adeyemi is in hiding and shortly on his way to either a jail cell or a grave, depending on who finds him first. In his final days as a free man, he hires Isaiah Coleridge to tie up a loose end: the suspicious death of his nephew four years earlier. At the time police declared it an accident, and Adeyemi isn't sure it wasn't, but one final look may bring his sister peace. So it is that Coleridge and his investigative partner, Lionel Robard, find themselves in the upper reaches of New York State, in a tiny town that is home to outsized secrets and an unnerving cabal of locals who are protecting them. At the epicenter of it all is the site of a stalled supercollider project, an immense subterranean construction that may have an even deeper, more insidious purpose. . . "-- No s'han trobat descripcions de biblioteca. |
Debats actualsCapCobertes populars
Google Books — S'està carregant… GèneresClassificació Decimal de Dewey (DDC)813.6Literature English (North America) American fiction 21st CenturyLCC (Clas. Bibl. Congrés EUA)ValoracióMitjana:
Ets tu?Fes-te Autor del LibraryThing. |
Oh, wait. He's just referencing Horseheads for the name and the tale of Sullivan's march, re-imagined for modern times. Thanks for the lectures, btw. Horse heads on pikes are unsettling and spooky.
All the descriptions are much like the part of the state where I live, which is down the Chemung River about 20 miles (32 km) from Horseheads and Elmira in a place that's actually called the Valley. If you referenced “the Valley” in this region, that's what people would think of, not Horseheads.
So much for research. You just looked up information online, didn't you? Despite living a very short distance away with easy access to information.
All that would have been fine if Meg and Delia weren't back. So annoying. So boring. So insulting.
Perfect Meg. Perfect, stunningly beautiful, ever-so-smart librarian Meg. She floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee, vulnerable, yet tough. So is Delia. Perfect Delia, protector of the dynamic duo, rich, unattainable beauty, perfect body. Both designed to hang from the arms of our flawed heroes at parties, have interesting home lives, and quip perfect lines. How did our heroes find these perfect women among all the dishwater women of upstate NY? It was fate, I tell you. Fate.
That's the thing. Within all of my criticisms, I liked the story, and was able to skim over the excessive Delia and Meg adoration. I wouldn't have been so miffed if the lectures hadn't been so heavy-handed and needlessly wedged into the story.
I'm sick of being pulled out of a story because authors feel the need to paint the story with long tirades of their personal politics. It isn't that I disagree with them. I just don't care. It doesn't add to a story, it distracts from it.
I enjoyed the last book, so I will probably read the next when it comes out, but jeez, this was a mess. ( )