by James Patterson
Detective Alex Cross pursues his new nemesis --from the U.S. to Africa--to avenge the death of one of his oldest friends. This gruesome murder of his high school sweetheart and her family sets our old buddy, D.C. detective Alex Cross, on the trail of the "Tiger", a brutal killer connected with the African criminal world Believing he is investigating the work of a horrible new breed of killer when he encounters the murder scene of particular violence and destruction at his former girlfriend's home , detective Alex Cross, aided by his new girlfriend Brianna, finds himself entangled in the deadly Nigerian underworld of Washington, D.C.
The Tiger is a Nigerian mercenary, who leads a gang of young boys — children who can barely call themselves teenagers — on missions of thrill-kill butchery. They murder entire families, shooting wildly, vandalizing houses, chopping up the corpses and leaving fingerprints because they do not fear death. The Tiger isn’t one of the best villains Cross has encountered, but his sheer indifference to capture is frightening. Nobody is afraid of dying or coming to justice. Their lives are hell anyway, and so they embrace chaos. Cross pursues the killer to Nigeria, and then around Africa, hitting Sierra Leone and Darfur.
It’s not a substantive study of the atrocities in Africa, and it doesn't even try to be. It’s little more than Patterson capitalizing on buzzwords, and wearing a red T-shirt to show he cares. But it doesn’t minimize the grueling way he captures the atrocities and brutality of the continent. It’s gonna get people who don’t know what they’re talking about riled up. And it doesn't really add much of worth to the story, in my humb;e opinion. Cross undergoes some massive punishment, and I’m impressed that Patterson threw down like this. Alex Cross is back. The text itself feels slightly formulaic in the sense of "Law and Order." It’s not meant to be Pulitzer, just a bestseller. Doubt it has the merit to be either.
It barely reads like an Alex Cross book at all. I couldn't recognise him in there.........
Patterson is losing the grip on his pen.
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Don't spend your money, Ken.
I contributed an audio book to the Rolling Hills Library. You can get it free there.
But don't blame me if you fall asleep. LOL
The Tiger is a Nigerian mercenary, who leads a gang of young boys — children who can barely call themselves teenagers — on missions of thrill-kill butchery. They murder entire families, shooting wildly, vandalizing houses, chopping up the corpses and leaving fingerprints because they do not fear death. The Tiger isn’t one of the best villains Cross has encountered, but his sheer indifference to capture is frightening. Nobody is afraid of dying or coming to justice. Their lives are hell anyway, and so they embrace chaos. Cross pursues the killer to Nigeria, and then around Africa, hitting Sierra Leone and Darfur.
It’s not a substantive study of the atrocities in Africa, and it doesn't even try to be. It’s little more than Patterson capitalizing on buzzwords, and wearing a red T-shirt to show he cares. But it doesn’t minimize the grueling way he captures the atrocities and brutality of the continent. It’s gonna get people who don’t know what they’re talking about riled up. And it doesn't really add much of worth to the story, in my humb;e opinion. Cross undergoes some massive punishment, and I’m impressed that Patterson threw down like this. Alex Cross is back. The text itself feels slightly formulaic in the sense of "Law and Order." It’s not meant to be Pulitzer, just a bestseller. Doubt it has the merit to be either.
It barely reads like an Alex Cross book at all. I couldn't recognise him in there.........
Patterson is losing the grip on his pen.
*****************
Don't spend your money, Ken.
I contributed an audio book to the Rolling Hills Library. You can get it free there.
But don't blame me if you fall asleep. LOL
Review by Nan Sevic
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