Review: The Last Word

The Last Word
The Last Word by Lisa Lutz
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Last book in the Spellman series, and it feels like it. You have to decide for yourself if that speaks ill or not. Personally, I don’t think it does, but then, I waded through all six Spellman documents without much break in between. I can imagine that reading one novel a year from 2007 through 2013 (with a break in 2011 for a stand-alone novel) would leave one wanting more out of number six. And it was only after publication that subsequent editions of number six were subtitled “The Next Generation” which, too, I think, set some unrealized expectations.

The theme throughout has been farcical dysfunction, and how Izzy is a reformed-screw-up. Here in number six, she’s fully adult, and screwing that up too, but it’s inexperience, not selfish indifference, that fuels the chaos. Thankfully, a tragedy of sorts brings the family back to being on the same team, and everything works out. This is what I mean when I say it feels like a final novel. A couple of dangling threads get tied up a bit too neat, and while I want to lambast Lutz for laziness, I’m going to instead forgive her the desire to just move one.

As a person who likes to write, I have a lot of respect for all of the various plot lines that Lisa Lutz manages to weave together. Dozens of different stories intertwining, some of them tied together, and some of them disparate. But for all of that, the Spellman novels were usually more about character than anything else. And let’s face it: everyone’s a foil for Izzy. So too in 6, the final foil, if you want.

As I’ve said in previous Spellman doc reviews, I don’t know who would read a review for this novel—if you’ve read one through five, I can’t imagine you’d look for a reason to read six. You’d just read it. Nor can I imagine someone wanting to check-up on the series’ worthiness before diving in. You decided if the first one is right for you, and if it is, so are the other five.

But for what it’s worth: Six is a nice finish. A little bit slower, a little bid sadder, a wee bit nostalgic, but ultimately, a nice smile and satisfaction at a series well-read.

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Review: Trail of the Spellmans

Trail of the Spellmans
Trail of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Trail of the Spellmans is fifth in the series so the only way to review it is to compare it to the other Spellman novels. Because, as I’ve said before, by now you’re either committed or not bothering—no one’s reading this book as a stand alone. And if you are, I don’t know what to say other than: don’t, go read the first one first. If you don’t have anything else to read, then why you on the internet reading my silly reviews?

Anyway, Trail: same old Spellmans, really. Maybe a bit watered down this time. Rae has become sort of a cliche unto herself, very predictable. One would love to see Lutz write a novel from Rae’s point of view sometime, maybe, since cliche or not, she’s interesting.

Dad Spellman is little less just his wife’s shadow in this one, but only for the sake of, I think, the sequel. I won’t spoil it; suffice it to say that while book four might have been the last of the Spellman novels, book five can’t be.

We finally get to meet Grammy Spellman, and as strong as she comes in, she’s not really all the significant. She’s touted as an Izzy foil, but really she’s just a plot device. Specifically, she’s a mean by which Mom Spellman gets to be mysterious for half the book.

Cause that’s how these Spellman novels work, right? Lots of family mysteries, which fuel the conflict that complicate the pursuit of outside mysteries. Lutz is really really good at this. Even if, in my opinion, some of the family mysteries are a bit contrived. Sometimes it’s hard to swallow that this family of investigators is so dedicated to hiding truths from each other. Just as Rae has become a bit of a stock character, so too has this secrecy penchant become sort of schticky.

But it doesn’t matter. I thoroughly enjoy these books. Looking forward to number six!

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Review: Lexicon

Lexicon
Lexicon by Max Barry
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Went to the library to pick up a book, saw this one on the “New” shelf. How come no one told me Max Barry had a new novel out? I need to update my Google alerts.

And it’s about words and more specifically linguistics and even more specifically neurolinguistics (actually, psycholinguistics, but let’s not split hairs). Even better! The NLP thing taken to it’s inevitable end, nice. I’m all in.

21 hours later and I’m all done. Max Barry knows how to pace a thriller, doesn’t he. With just enough pseudo-science thrown in to keep this from being a Lee Child joint but not so much that you feel you’re getting Dan Browned.

However, once I stepped back, found myself trying to explain the book to my wife, I realized it was a bit thin. A blurb on the book jacket used the phrased “weaponized Chomskian linguistics.” But no, not really. More like J.K Rowling’s magic-word-creation trope used to good effect. Another blurb said “Elmore Leonard high out of his min on Snowcrash.” Not really.

I realize I’m more reviewing blurbs here than the book. Fine, whatever. My point is—it’s better to go into Lexicon with no expectations, because then it’s a mighty good read. But you’ve read this review now, the shape of the book is already haunting your expectations like a ghost. I’m programming you.

Unwittingly, though. I’m just saying—not as deep as Jennifer Government, or even Company, but it has their paranoia and Barry way-ups the thrill ride, so worth it.

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Review: The Spellmans Strike Again

The Spellmans Strike Again
The Spellmans Strike Again by Lisa Lutz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I can’t imagine that anyone who’s read The Spellman Files, Curse of the Spellmans, and Revenge of the Spellmans won’t wind up reading The Spellmans Strike Again. Nor can I imagine anyone deciding to start with this fourth novel before reading the others. So what they heck am I supposed to review here, exactly? Maybe someone’s considering the entire series and reading reviews to make sure the books don’t start great then go bad. Fine: that won’t happen. What you get out of the first novels you’ll get out if this one too.

Hijinks and such. The same mish-mash of intertwining plots that don’t really intertwine all that much. I’ll say this: Lisa made me feel some of Izzy’s emotions, especially frustration, more than before. I won’t give it away to people who haven’t read it, but: the file room incident? Morty? Yeah, I was more in touch with Isabel Spellman than in any of the previous novels.

Which makes me wonder what I’m going to get out of Spellman #5, which I’m hoping to start reading later today. And I WILL read it. But will Rae be in it (of course she will be). What about the Unit (they will be too—sometimes I think, as an author and therefor God of the Spellman fiction-verse, Lutz must somewhat identify with Olivia). Will Henry have more of a role?

I could go on, but the point is: questions to be answered in the next review. I hope. Or not.

If you take nothing else away from this “review” (finger quoted, Izzy, just for you) let it be this: read the first three books, and read this one too.

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Review: Revenge of the Spellmans

Revenge of the Spellmans
Revenge of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I remember, once, someone complaining about a video game sequel that I’d enjoyed, saying “It’s just like the first one!.” But I liked the first one, so, to me, the sequel was more of that goodness. So too with Revenge of the Spellmans. I don’t feel like there’s much more here than in the previous two novels, The Spellman Files and Curse of the Spellmans—which I thoroughly enjoyed. And there’s certainly no less in this third novel.

(Here’s a thought—can I get away with writing the same review each time? Eh, probably not.)

Anyyway, for those who are wondering, rest assured: here are the same old Spellmans. Mom is still manipulative, dad is still stubborn, brother is still aloof, sister is still uncontrollable, and main character is still a little bit off-kilter. Maybe not as much as in the previous two, but enough to keep the reader liking her.

And, for what it’s worth, Lutz introduces a few more characters to keep this cavalcade fun and immersive. There’s the crush’s new girlfriend, there’s the bartender’s cousin, there’s an old foe come back to play havoc with… and more.

So, as much as I’m saying that Revenge is just like Curse and Files, the truth is you’ll enjoy Revenge all the more if you read the other two first—and despite extensive explanations, footnotes, and an appendix, you really do need to read the first two.

And once you do read the first two, reading this third one is inexorable.

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Review: Curse of the Spellmans

Curse of the Spellmans
Curse of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Curse of the Spellmans had been waiting for me, patiently, as I crawled through a few other agonizingly slow reads. Here’s how good it was when I finally got to it: 25 hours from page 1 to page 409, (meals, work, sleeping, but no video games).

I’m not a fast reader, but I’ll stick with a tome if I’m enjoying myself. I thoroughly enjoyed Curse of the Spellmans. I knew I was going to read it as soon as I finished The Spellman Files, and as soon as I’m done writing this review, I’m finding the closest library and heading over there for the third in the series.

Ignore the back of the book, where it says “part Bridget Jones, part Columbo.” Nobody’s into both, so it’s only meant to be a surface-level comparison, and it’s wrong. Izzy Spellman’s no stereotype, and these mysteries aren’t so pat. They’re fun, with enough of a serious edge to not come across as goofy or silly.

Because otherwise, the people in Izzy’s life comes across as goofy and silly. But in that way that your own friends and family do—doesn’t mean you don’t respect them. Doesn’t mean they don’t have depth.

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Review: Sharp Objects

Sharp Objects
Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

Look at me, turning in a Gillian Flynn scholar. A reluctant one. Like my read of Dark Places, with Sharp Objects I was in a situation where I was done with one book and nothing else to read, nor a handy way to get something new. Sharp Objects already on the e-reader (my wife’s). I realize I’m repeating myself, introducing a review like this. But I think it’s apt: some books are only to be read because there’s nothing else to read.

So, let’s see: I’ve read the Flynn novels now in reverse order of publication. Oddly, this one, Sharp Objects, is the best of the three, in my opinion. I’m trying to damn with faint praise, here—Sharp Objects is only better because Gone Girl has that terrible ending and Dark Places is just gritty and mean and hateful.

Sharp Objects is a bit of a combination of the two. We’re in Missouri, we’re surrounded by people who justify the term “fly-over,” we’re inundated with alcohol, drugs, and sex. What Bret Easton Ellis would have written if instead of a small college town in Vermont, he had pig-factory town in the Midwest to work with.

Most of all, Sharp Objects reaffirms my take from the other Flynn novels: misogynistic. Every female character is cliché, a stereotype. Here’s a direct quote from the main character: “illness sits inside every woman, waiting to bloom.” Go ahead, tell me that this is a fiercely political point of view, more “gonzo feminism.”

Maybe. If the writing was better. If the “twist” ending wasn’t so tossed-in-at-the-last-minute, if half the things the main character did made sense, if, as I mentioned above, the threadbare storyline was patched together with more than sex, and alcohol, and drugs.

If you liked Flowers in the Attic but are all grown up now, you’ll love Sharp Objects. Here’s my prediction: Lena Dunham will star in the film version. Not the creative force-to-be-reckoned-with-Lena from Girls. No, I mean the Lena Dunham who’s been castigated for the terrible things she proudly, gushingly confessed to in her autobiography.

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Review: The Good Thief

The Good Thief
The Good Thief by Hannah Tinti
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The Good Thief by Hannah Tinti reads like a fairy tale. And I’m not sure if I have much more to say than that (although not having anything much to say has never stopped me before). It reminded me of Life of Pi, really, with it’s quasi-fantastical elements. Yes, that’s the right word for it: fantasy. But not the kind with dwarves and giants and castle… although there was indeed a dwarf and a giant and a castle in the novel.

I haven’t read Big Fish but I’ve seen the movie; The Good Thief has that sort of feel to it. Except whereas the main character in Big Fish spins a tale of magic out of his real-world experiences, with The Good Thief you only get the realworld parts. A few small towns in colonial New England, an isolated monastery turned orphanage, a mouse-trap factory built like a castle. An adventurer, a school-teacher turned drunk, and a boy with only one hand.

It’s a novel filled to bursting with symbolism, although I can’t say that I’m ready, yet, to tell anyone what all those symbols mean. The book doesn’t have much of a plot, reading more like a picaresque. Sort of.

I’m afraid I’m not doing a very good job of explaining any of this. You should just read the book. I came across it from a friend, a long-time friend who loves to read as much as I do. She told me she loved this book, and I can see why. It’s interesting that, for the most part, we rarely agree on how good a book is, or what it means. But on occasion we do agree. I’m going to get a copy of this one and have my wife read it. When my kids are old enough, I’ll have them read it too.

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Review: No Easy Way Out

No Easy Way Out
No Easy Way Out by Dayna Lorentz
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

No Easy Way Out is the sequel to No Safety in Numbers, and god help us, there’s a third book in the series. The first one was terrible. Somehow, this second one was worse. I can only imagine how awful the third one will be. No, scratch that—I don’t think I can imagine that at all. I have post-traumatic stress from reading this. I’ve been through the five stages of grief. I literally had bad dreams while reading this book.

And to think that, in addition to an author, this book had an editor, and a publisher, proof-readers, consulting doctors even. There really are people out there who thing young adults are idiots. I mean, the only people I can think of who would buy this nonsense are the unrealistic, unlikable, uninteresting characters in the book itself.

The book is a muddled mess. It has no semblance of self-cohesion, starting not even on the last page of the prequel, but a few pages before the prequel’s ending. And the ending of No Easy Way Out? It just ends. Like the publishers decided to arbitrarily chop a big fat stack of pages into thirds.

But wait, there’s more mess. Here’s a book for young adults, and so, it can’t say, for example the F-word. Instead, the word “fark” is used. There’s cold-blooded, violent murder, torture, even a scene involving premature ejaculation (no, it’s not a scene written to be humorous), but we can’t harm the teen-reader’s mind with the F-word, can we.

No, instead, we’ll just bludgeon them with stupidity. With situations that would never occur, people saying and doing things they would never do. I’m not talking about people being jerks, I’m talking about wishy-washiness, changes in attitude that follow, at best, the cadence of a new sentence. Whatever’s convenient for the author to create conflict, she puts in. A whole mall shut-down, and somehow there’s a team of security guards with riot gear and stun-batons? A you farking kidding me?

I really don’t know what else to say. This was one of the most difficult reviews for me to write. I might be brain damaged. Don’t read this book.

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Review: The House of Silk: A Sherlock Holmes Novel

The House of Silk: A Sherlock Holmes Novel
The House of Silk: A Sherlock Holmes Novel by Anthony Horowitz
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I tried to read The House of Silk last summer. It took me a week to get through 70 pages, but then I gave up. I just wasn’t in the mood. I’m more in a reading mood lately, and this time I polished off the whole novel in a single day. I am definitely in a reading mood now. Also, the book’s very readable.

My last several reviews have contained some form of the phrase “a friend loaned this to me,” and I’m almost done with that stack of book. Honestly, this is not the sort of pick I’d pick out for myself. Does a Sherlock Holmes novel not written by Conan Doyle amount to, essentially, fan fiction? Not that fan fiction is, in and of itself, bad. But certainly there’s something about Doyle’s style that only Doyle can do, yes? So why read Anthony Horowitz’s version?

Because it’s all about character, isn’t it. And I think that when most folks think of Sherlock Holmes, they go with not Doyle but the cartoonified Basil Rathbone version from the late 1930s. On top of that, they may layer the very modern Benedict Cumberbatch. Or Robert Downey Jr’s version. Maybe they’ll even throw in TV’s House, or memories of Encyclopedia Brown.

The point is, Doyle’s Sherlock is not the only Sherlock, and what Horowitz does is take the Holmes trope and write a mystery around it. And that’s pretty much it. He takes advantage of the Holmes legacy and mentions Moriarty and the Red-Headed League and the Baskervilles and the 7-Percent Solution and all that stuff, but really, at the end of the day, The House of Silk is just a mystery novel set in 1890‘s London.

Perhaps that’s underwhelming. Oh well. Like a sci-fi novel that has lots of fun techno-gadgets to play with, Horowitz has the Sherlock observation/deduction tricks to play with, which he does, so that the novel is fun to read, entertaining in that sense. But deep, evocative, thought-provoking? No, not really.

Stereotypical Victorian era London, with snooty aristocrats, ragamuffin street children, pea-soup fog, dens of ill repute, etc etc. All with a modern take on moral outrage to keep the modern reader sufficiently horrified by the novel’s end. If you like that sort of thing, you’ll enjoy The House of Silk. If not, give it back to the friend who loaned it to you and return to your Camus.

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