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QFTG: Does every supposed ultra-macho spy hunter have to save the president for their resume? Asking for a friend.
Since that seems to be the right of passage (aka qualification) for this character, it gets old quickly. "You know who I work for, right?" or "Don't make me call, you know who...", why couldn't this character be written with a backbone and sense of presence in situations (other than acting like a high school bully with quips and jockeying for position)? Nope, just a monotone-flat gun for hire that can't be what the reader would want him to be. More tour guide than a terrorist's worse nightmare. Surely, we give a care about what town this schmuck likes and why. Chicago and Jerusalem are just two noted, if you were curious without reading this brick.
Where was I, oh right, the plot involving the impossibly incredible assassin, killing half the planet without recourse or constraint, while the entire world's intelligence community is apparently on holiday. And did I mention how the assassin has the most beautiful eyes (as if they didn't know how to disguise themselves from stupidity), I couldn't make the level of dumb up, not even for a community college writing session.
So, take all that we know about the dissention within the religious Middle East communities, throw in arbitrary bombings for a "cause", and somehow have it lead to this author's hero.
Ah, Harvath, the "I'm better than you" quipster, that hasn't really shown a multitude of capabilities or social skills if I am on qualities. He leaves little impact as a hero in this story, seemingly a minute behind in every situation, or trying to remember whatever contrived nugget is supposed to solve the present mystery within the story. Here we have him babysitting an attractive female civilian through crash course agent training because... just because.
And Meg, her name, is arguably only one of two considered characters in this story that seem thought out. The other being Gordo Avigliano, rookie agent, chauffeur, and last-minute hero to save the day. Honestly, I would pick up the next "Gordo Adventure" before following Harvath anywhere.
Just like the last entry in the series, more travelogue than action, we get bombarded with inane details to distract from the lack of premise, plot, and plausibility. Overly described locations, weaponry, and/or tactics that quite frankly are commonplace in this genre so why the regurgitation?
Without question, we get the Hollywood hijacking an airplane, action sequence from Con Air, at least it felt like it wanted to be. We get death and destruction for a cooked-up rationale. And the titular assassin is fantastically everywhere before the hero, causing more destruction, yet missing the hero by millimeters until later in the book, where the hero is spared for "questioning and a dinner service." Not making this up.
The bloated book holds little plot, a plethora of unnecessary descriptions, and a less than engaging through line that does little to keep your attention about Harvath's future or career options.
Harvath makes Mitch Rapp into a juggernaut of action, even under all of that political "intrigue". Skip this one, find Mark Greaney or Lee Child, even Vince Flynn.
Thanks for reading.
Since that seems to be the right of passage (aka qualification) for this character, it gets old quickly. "You know who I work for, right?" or "Don't make me call, you know who...", why couldn't this character be written with a backbone and sense of presence in situations (other than acting like a high school bully with quips and jockeying for position)? Nope, just a monotone-flat gun for hire that can't be what the reader would want him to be. More tour guide than a terrorist's worse nightmare. Surely, we give a care about what town this schmuck likes and why. Chicago and Jerusalem are just two noted, if you were curious without reading this brick.
Where was I, oh right, the plot involving the impossibly incredible assassin, killing half the planet without recourse or constraint, while the entire world's intelligence community is apparently on holiday. And did I mention how the assassin has the most beautiful eyes (as if they didn't know how to disguise themselves from stupidity), I couldn't make the level of dumb up, not even for a community college writing session.
So, take all that we know about the dissention within the religious Middle East communities, throw in arbitrary bombings for a "cause", and somehow have it lead to this author's hero.
Ah, Harvath, the "I'm better than you" quipster, that hasn't really shown a multitude of capabilities or social skills if I am on qualities. He leaves little impact as a hero in this story, seemingly a minute behind in every situation, or trying to remember whatever contrived nugget is supposed to solve the present mystery within the story. Here we have him babysitting an attractive female civilian through crash course agent training because... just because.
And Meg, her name, is arguably only one of two considered characters in this story that seem thought out. The other being Gordo Avigliano, rookie agent, chauffeur, and last-minute hero to save the day. Honestly, I would pick up the next "Gordo Adventure" before following Harvath anywhere.
Just like the last entry in the series, more travelogue than action, we get bombarded with inane details to distract from the lack of premise, plot, and plausibility. Overly described locations, weaponry, and/or tactics that quite frankly are commonplace in this genre so why the regurgitation?
Without question, we get the Hollywood hijacking an airplane, action sequence from Con Air, at least it felt like it wanted to be. We get death and destruction for a cooked-up rationale. And the titular assassin is fantastically everywhere before the hero, causing more destruction, yet missing the hero by millimeters until later in the book, where the hero is spared for "questioning and a dinner service." Not making this up.
The bloated book holds little plot, a plethora of unnecessary descriptions, and a less than engaging through line that does little to keep your attention about Harvath's future or career options.
Harvath makes Mitch Rapp into a juggernaut of action, even under all of that political "intrigue". Skip this one, find Mark Greaney or Lee Child, even Vince Flynn.
Thanks for reading.