For a novel called “Smoke and Mirrors”, I must say, I was a tad disappointed by the lack of smoke and mirrors in Kel Robertson’s novel.
Now, I’ve never really read any crime fiction. When I was handed this novel, I thought “Why not? Give it a go!”
I did – maybe crime fiction just isn’t my thing. Or maybe Kel Robertson’s written a lacklustre book.
The majority of “Smoke and Mirrors” felt like preamble. There’s a bunch of sub-plots which contribute nothing to the story, and which have no conclusions. There’s some humour, which on its own merit is somewhat amusing, but in the context of the story just feels strained. There’s a kidnapping – which is the most action there is until the last ten pages. The most active thing the narrator does is have himself kidnapped.
I’ll give it this – it was a quick read. In between a busy week this thing only took me a few hours to knock over. The only problem was that I didn’t really care what happened. All that preamble put me into a lull, so that when the action finally came (which the “hero” had very little to do with, other than the fact that he showed up), I didn’t actually care what happened to anyone.
The best thing I can say about it is that it finished.
25/02/2010 at 4:21 am
Do my eyes deceive me?
Is Sam bagging a book?!?
Water… I need water… Where are those pills for my heart…?
25/02/2010 at 4:39 am
aha! perhaps you’ve been influential to the darker side of me
I’ve actually been trying to figure it out myself, how it is that my cynicism has come through on this one… I think it just was a genuinely terrible book. There’s a REASON I’ve been steering clear of crime fiction.
25/02/2010 at 4:45 am
Hmmm… there is some pretty good stuff out there.
Well, I quite like P D Martin, for example, although I know she’s not everyone’s cup of tea.
Oh – or Peter Temple: he’s genuinely really, really friggin’ good.
25/02/2010 at 4:49 am
Hey, I’m willing to give it another go. I suspect it may be a genre that requires some really reliable recommendations (accidental alliteration….oops!) – to be enjoyed.
I know I shouldn’t, but somehow I take people who only read crime as a lesser reader than those who mingle. They’re just so quick to read, and don’t really require that much of an investment.
I know that’s a pretty gross generalization, it’s just the feeling I get.