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derhindemith's review
Dear Author, calling your sexualized black characters "black" and your non-sexualized characters "african american" betrays your fetishization of black bodies. And this black history month, I'll tell you what we're not going to do.
Oh, I searched for the word “black” in the text, and I was mightily surprised to see the words “guys is black sheets terrorizing anyone white” and “like the KKK in reverse”. Just in case that might be a deal-breaker for anyone else.
Oh, I searched for the word “black” in the text, and I was mightily surprised to see the words “guys is black sheets terrorizing anyone white” and “like the KKK in reverse”. Just in case that might be a deal-breaker for anyone else.
apostrophen's review
4.0
This was a fun romp of a book with the added tone of a light horror movie. Deck, a bearish detective with a specialty of investigating the supernatural, is called to the town of Kremfort Cove - which some are starting to refer to as Cremation Cove, given the spontaneous combustions that are plaguing the gay men of the city.
Deck is a loveable lunk, a big guy with a bit of a scarred heart and a frustration with his own belly, and a propensity to fall in lust at the drop of a hat. And boy are there hats dropping in Kremfort Cove. The panoply of fetishes and body types and roles and combinations thereof are quite numerous. It was a pleasant change to have so many of the characters not be slim, toned, white guys falling in love with other slim, toned, white guys. I enjoyed that variety, though in places I had to chuckle at poor Deck's inability to continue investigating for more than a few moments before he's sidetracked by yet another opportunity to probe deeper. Or be probed deeper. Or both.
The story shifts from a light mystery to a run-for-your-lives horror and the ride is lighthearted (and sweaty). It's a fun book, whether quickly devoured or nibbled a bit at a time, and likely to make you grin quite a bit before it takes a turn for the darker near the end. That's not a criticism, mind - I quite liked where the story went (even if I did want to beat Deck over the head once or twice for missing a cue due to his propensity to be distracted by pretty much everything with testosterone). And the very ending effectively surprised me. I didn't see it coming, and I feel as though there is more to be told of Deck's story.
Deck is a loveable lunk, a big guy with a bit of a scarred heart and a frustration with his own belly, and a propensity to fall in lust at the drop of a hat. And boy are there hats dropping in Kremfort Cove. The panoply of fetishes and body types and roles and combinations thereof are quite numerous. It was a pleasant change to have so many of the characters not be slim, toned, white guys falling in love with other slim, toned, white guys. I enjoyed that variety, though in places I had to chuckle at poor Deck's inability to continue investigating for more than a few moments before he's sidetracked by yet another opportunity to probe deeper. Or be probed deeper. Or both.
The story shifts from a light mystery to a run-for-your-lives horror and the ride is lighthearted (and sweaty). It's a fun book, whether quickly devoured or nibbled a bit at a time, and likely to make you grin quite a bit before it takes a turn for the darker near the end. That's not a criticism, mind - I quite liked where the story went (even if I did want to beat Deck over the head once or twice for missing a cue due to his propensity to be distracted by pretty much everything with testosterone). And the very ending effectively surprised me. I didn't see it coming, and I feel as though there is more to be told of Deck's story.
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