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3.4 AVERAGE
3.4 AVERAGE
A Little Too Commercial | Review of ‘[b:Dexter's Final Cut|17262204|Dexter's Final Cut (Dexter, #7)|Jeff Lindsay|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1375373880s/17262204.jpg|19927346]’ (Dexter #7)
Jeff Lindsay has brought back the serial killer we all know and love Dexter Morgan and has thrust him into the spotlight where everything that can go wrong does. And while Dexter shines, other characters are struggling[...]
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Jeff Lindsay has brought back the serial killer we all know and love Dexter Morgan and has thrust him into the spotlight where everything that can go wrong does. And while Dexter shines, other characters are struggling[...]
Read more of this post at Cyn's Workshop
Again - the best part about the book was when it finally ended, and I’m just thankful that there was finally something realistic that occurred amongst all the far stretched stories.
Now at last - I only have one more book to suffer through.
Now at last - I only have one more book to suffer through.
Not the strongest in the series. Beloved characters act out of character. It seemed like this book had to work really hard to get the story to a point where the next book can begin.
Ingredientes: Muchos psicópatas, actores de Hollywood (uno muy parecido a Kevin Spacey, aunque más tonto), largos periplos de ironía del propio personaje Dexter, muchos cadáveres y mutilaciones... ¿Suena bonito para una novela policial verdad? Pues no, me ha enojado mucho.
No digo que la novela esté mal, en cierto sentido está escrita con una buena estructura para ser un policial. Pero cuando uno es bueno en algo, suele pecar en su uso indiscriminado. Y cuando ese algo es la ironía del personaje principal, queda fatal. A lo largo de los seis libros anteriores me cautivó la forma en que Dexter, de forma irónica, se burlaba de la muerte, y de ciertos aspectos básicos de la vida para una persona común y corriente (es decir, que no sea un psicópata.) Pero cuando el uso de la ironía solo causa estancamiento, y la historia no avanza, es muy frustrante para el lector. Supongo que podría haberse resuelto en 250 páginas todo, si no fuera por los largos párrafos en los que me encontraba dentro de la mente de Dexter sin ir a ninguna parte.
Y hablando de mentes, no soy ningún experto en psicología, pero estoy bastante seguro que si algún experto en perfiles hubiera leído toda la saga, se habría reído al menos tres días. Porque todo el muro que el escritor se empeñó en levantar para que las acciones de Dexter tuvieran sentido, fueron cortadas en pedacitos y tiradas al fondo de algún lago de Miami.
El final, es igualmente frustrante. Claro que salta a la vista que está hecho de forma comercial para que compre el último libro, y tal vez en alguna otra vida lo haré Jeff, te lo aseguro.
Concluyendo, y de forma muy subjetiva, creo que este libro ha sido un puente comercial hacia su siguiente libro, que espero que para el bien de los lectores del mundo, pase algo interesante.
No digo que la novela esté mal, en cierto sentido está escrita con una buena estructura para ser un policial. Pero cuando uno es bueno en algo, suele pecar en su uso indiscriminado. Y cuando ese algo es la ironía del personaje principal, queda fatal. A lo largo de los seis libros anteriores me cautivó la forma en que Dexter, de forma irónica, se burlaba de la muerte, y de ciertos aspectos básicos de la vida para una persona común y corriente (es decir, que no sea un psicópata.) Pero cuando el uso de la ironía solo causa estancamiento, y la historia no avanza, es muy frustrante para el lector. Supongo que podría haberse resuelto en 250 páginas todo, si no fuera por los largos párrafos en los que me encontraba dentro de la mente de Dexter sin ir a ninguna parte.
Y hablando de mentes, no soy ningún experto en psicología, pero estoy bastante seguro que si algún experto en perfiles hubiera leído toda la saga, se habría reído al menos tres días. Porque todo el muro que el escritor se empeñó en levantar para que las acciones de Dexter tuvieran sentido, fueron cortadas en pedacitos y tiradas al fondo de algún lago de Miami.
El final, es igualmente frustrante. Claro que salta a la vista que está hecho de forma comercial para que compre el último libro, y tal vez en alguna otra vida lo haré Jeff, te lo aseguro.
Concluyendo, y de forma muy subjetiva, creo que este libro ha sido un puente comercial hacia su siguiente libro, que espero que para el bien de los lectores del mundo, pase algo interesante.
I have enjoyed this series although this was not one of the better ones. Bit predictable. I hope this is not the end of series as I want to read more, especially after the ending of this book.
Lindsay should have stuck with alliteration and called this book "Dexter the Dick," or "Douchebag Dexter."
More to come.
Post-Read: I would like to pull each individual page from this book, employ some scissors and modpodge, and craft a trashcan from them. Because that's what this book is. A trashcan.
JEFF LINDSAY IS AN AMAZING WRITER. DEXTER IS A DELIGHTFUL CHARACTER. So what the hell happened? I honestly don't think I can say, because the honest answer is probably...everything. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.
I liked desirous Dexter. I liked him a lot. He was intriguing, and some of my favourite parts of the series have been Dexter feeling things. Every time he has ever proclaimed his distinct lack of human feelings, I have always thought, "The monster doth protest too much, methinks." He's got feelings, sometimes, and he hates them. Which I love. I loved experiencing them with the weird LSD trip. I loved experiencing them with Lilly Anne. And I was starting to like them with Jackie Forrest. (I think it's hot when Dexter has sex. Sorry, not sorry.)
And then the entire series totally jumped the frigging shark. Astor? Really, Astor? And Dexter's ability to give up on hischarade family so quickly? Even Lilly Anne? And the way he missed every single obvious clue throughout the entire book? Dexter has frequently been dense when it comes to seeing the answers that are right in front of him, but I couldn't suspend my disbelief nearly enough to truly enjoy this story.
I'm about to start Dexter is Dead. I'm hoping for Dexter Redeemed. We'll see.
More to come.
Post-Read: I would like to pull each individual page from this book, employ some scissors and modpodge, and craft a trashcan from them. Because that's what this book is. A trashcan.
JEFF LINDSAY IS AN AMAZING WRITER. DEXTER IS A DELIGHTFUL CHARACTER. So what the hell happened? I honestly don't think I can say, because the honest answer is probably...everything. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.
I liked desirous Dexter. I liked him a lot. He was intriguing, and some of my favourite parts of the series have been Dexter feeling things. Every time he has ever proclaimed his distinct lack of human feelings, I have always thought, "The monster doth protest too much, methinks." He's got feelings, sometimes, and he hates them. Which I love. I loved experiencing them with the weird LSD trip. I loved experiencing them with Lilly Anne. And I was starting to like them with Jackie Forrest. (I think it's hot when Dexter has sex. Sorry, not sorry.)
And then the entire series totally jumped the frigging shark. Astor? Really, Astor? And Dexter's ability to give up on his
I'm about to start Dexter is Dead. I'm hoping for Dexter Redeemed. We'll see.
I love the Dexter books, but this one felt more like Jeff Lindsay placating Dexter for no longer having his tv show. In this installment Dexter is starstruck. "Hired" to protect the star of a new tv show, Dexter decides the luxury life is one he can get used to. But first he must protect his star, Jackie Forrest, from the stalker determined to kill her. The story isn't quite as "Dexter" as I'm used to from the previous novels. Lindsay seems more concerned with detailing the life of a tv show than arousing the Dark Passenger.
I don't do spoilers, and you won't get one here. There are moments that are pure Dexter; but then there are moments that feel overdrawn. I had to fight the urge to skip through pages to get to the point of the thing.
But it was as always entertaining. Dexter's insights about himself get a rough going over in this installment. He has to rethink everything he thinks he is and everything he thinks other people think he is.
I don't do spoilers, and you won't get one here. There are moments that are pure Dexter; but then there are moments that feel overdrawn. I had to fight the urge to skip through pages to get to the point of the thing.
But it was as always entertaining. Dexter's insights about himself get a rough going over in this installment. He has to rethink everything he thinks he is and everything he thinks other people think he is.
I do admit Dexter developing feelings for a beautiful woman he randomly meets is a little random and odd. But the fact that he is attracted to beauty is not weird. He’s self-centered and thinks he deserves the best. I think of it as being kind of like that emotionless guy from Watchmen. He was emotionless for the most part as well and he traded in his love for a younger woman once that first love started looking old. In Dexter’s case, he did not care about Rita’s looks until he met a woman he was actually sexually attracted to. Once he had that, he could not look at Rita the same because he realized he could feel attraction and he did not feel it with Rita at all. I can accept that as well.
What I cannot accept is his ignorance of a pedophile nearby.Even if said pedophile did not have a Dark Passenger inside of him, even though Dexter is thinking of leaving his family, there is no way Dexter would be so blasé with his children and so ignorant about letting them be alone with an adult. He hunts killers and pedophiles down for a living both officially and unofficially. He knows that "good" people are not always as good as they seem and he of all people would be more aware and more paranoid than any other parent on the planet. So no that was something that bothered me. But other than that I enjoyed the book. I enjoyed seeing Dexter experience some emotions and I was sad it did not go the way I thought it would.
What I cannot accept is his ignorance of a pedophile nearby.
I never read the Dexter novels before. I enjoyed the TV series. As a newbie to the novels, I felt Dexter's thoughts were long drawn out and overly narcissistic. I absolutely hated the story. Since my frame of reference for Dexter stemmed from the series, I found Dexter somewhat off-putting. The ending sucked. Not sure I'd foray into the book series again..