Eddie faces yet another flat narrative of evil. It’s only at the very end when under explored concepts from earlier novels make a return that any interest is raised. This isn’t interesting or thought provoking. Eddie does no sustained reflection and cannot interact comfortably with others. This has no emotional punch as Green never deals with any of the emotional ramifications of anything that happens to Eddie.
He and his woman are disconcerting, off-putting and reprenensible. The writing is depressingly mundane, as is their narcissistic affection. Eddie’s obvious emotional instability and dramatic tendencies and angst-ridden whining and continual and wilful refusal to behave are all ploddingness. This lacks any sense of urgency, danger or grimness. This is trite and consistently negative.
“The Cannibal Colonels.”
“There’s a traitor in the family.”