There was a one chapter that was nothing more that scenery description, waste of time and waste of chapter. With that being said, this book has flaws, one of which is the over exaggerated way the author describes a scene, far to prolong and unnecessary. What I mean by this is, there is not foreshadowing, the events hits and they hit you, quickly as if you are in the moment. The book is well written in relations to suspense and the way the author delivers that suspense. The over descriptive nature was obvious however I asked myself constantly, is all this description helping me grow myself, self-actualize? I believe it did, and I assume that those not positively reviewing this novel, did not feel that same reward. There is much in over describing a scene whether by Lindsey or by any author that can justify criticism however, there is also an absolute requirement for a translation of the environment and scene both embracing, and also establishing, a narrative through a requisite understanding of ALL THAT TOUCHES one's senses when, 'we are there' -and not where or when we just 'wipe our eyelids with print ink' leaving blotches of smudge at a time that those senses should be alive and alert! There IS a time and place for description in the telling of any story. The point is, the writing of David Lindsey is "descriptive" - very! This adjective is used by many to both deride and compliment the author's style. For instance, are we to rate an author's work by how much we enjoyed the suspense of the plot, or say, the ending of the novel as to how it met or didn't meet our expectations? There IS a time and place for description in I cannot recall reading a contemporary novel, which has stirred me so much to consider the criteria we use for reviewing a novel. For instance, are we to rate an author's work by how much we enjoyed the suspense of the plot, or say, the ending of the novel as to how it met or didn't meet our expectations? The point is, the writing of David Lindsey is "descriptive" - very! This adjective is used by many to both deride and compliment the author's style. I cannot recall reading a contemporary novel, which has stirred me so much to consider the criteria we use for reviewing a novel. Drawn into a world of casual violence and corruption, Haydon soon find that, like Lena, he is seeking the body of truth at the heart of a labyrinth of lies.more Lena, it appears, has unearthed a dirty secret, one that reeks of death. As he searches for the young woman in a ravaged country, he encounters a trail of her lovers and a string of brutal murders. From the moment he arrives in Guatemala City Haydon finds nothing but traces of the vanished: Lena, her journalist lover, and the private detective who tracked them down. To find her he must head for Guatemala, a land where people never die. But word has come that she has surfaced in a place far beyond her jurisdiction and way out of his league. Three months have passed since Lena went out to meet an old friend, and she has yet to retum. But word has come that she has surfaced in a place far beyond her jurisdiction and way o Houston homicide detective Stuart Haydon deals in lost souls, and Lena Muller, daughter of a prominent local family, is about as lost as you can get.
Houston homicide detective Stuart Haydon deals in lost souls, and Lena Muller, daughter of a prominent local family, is about as lost as you can get.