Typical Patterson, for better or worse. If you're seeking any form of artistic merit, then it's best to forget it. THE JESTER only manages to succeed on the level of a trashy pulp adventure story - the kind of thing you might relish reading in the tub after a long day at work.
The writing largely gives the impression that it was targeted at kids, yet the content is strictly adult-oriented. The story is set during the Crusades and is written in the first person (except when it isn't), but the narrator's voice is virtually indistinguishable from that of detective Michael Bennett, a present-day Patterson character.
It almost goes without saying that the historical aspects of the novel are feeble, despite the authors listing a dozen or so books that they allegedly used as references during the writing of THE JESTER. With the exception of a few antiquated words, there is no knowledge or insight into the time period that you haven't already obtained from casual TV viewing.
The plot is dull and predictable, but Patterson's breakneck pacing makes it challenging not to be at least somewhat entertained.
I am coming to the realization that I am a fan of James Patterson. However, I have noticed that I tend to not have the same level of enjoyment when it comes to his collaborative books. This particular one, in fact, immediately overwhelmed me with an abundance of details. It was so overwhelming that I just wanted to close the book and take some ibuprofen to deal with the headache it was giving me. I decided to tough it out and continue reading, but unfortunately, I still didn't enjoy the experience. It seems that for me, the collaborative works of James Patterson lack the certain charm and appeal that his solo works possess.