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mirkka666 's review for:
The Naturalist
by Andrew Mayne
Most of the book consists of the inner monologue of a "scientist" who does sciency things, but we never really get a lot of insight into the actual science. The protagonist tells us about the things he does and we're expected to trust that he knows how and why they work, and that's about it.
If there were any more indepth explanations for the science, I must have been completely spaced out because of how boring it was to listen to the protagonist drone on about how he's socially awkward and how nobody understands what he understands.
He's also supposed to be some kind of a genius, but he's remarkably stupid about many things throughout the book.
The book started out nice and interesting, but the ridiculousness of the plot where the main character steals evidence (and even a whole ass corpse, then proceeds to desecrate said corpse), butchers crime scene after a crime scene, eventually gets shot at by the serial killer he's chasing, and then injects himself with a rather lethal sounding cocktail of drugs to keep himself going and somehow goes from a blustering, socially inept idiot to real life Hulk in berserker rage mode, and then just goes and kills the villain and becomes a hero.
The dialogue was flat and boring, the characters were flat and boring, the romantic fling was flat and boring (absolutely NO chemistry to be detected there), and everything was far too easy for the protagonist despite him being so mind-numbingly stupid.
The book starts with the "misunderstood genius professor" trope and ends with a ridiculously implausible, laughable ending. Everything in between was just the protagonist making a revelation after a revelation, it was just a road from point A to point B to point C, with no stumbling blocks beyond "whoops now they think *I* am the killer" on the way.
Yawn.
If there were any more indepth explanations for the science, I must have been completely spaced out because of how boring it was to listen to the protagonist drone on about how he's socially awkward and how nobody understands what he understands.
He's also supposed to be some kind of a genius, but he's remarkably stupid about many things throughout the book.
The book started out nice and interesting, but the ridiculousness of the plot where the main character steals evidence (and even a whole ass corpse, then proceeds to desecrate said corpse), butchers crime scene after a crime scene, eventually gets shot at by the serial killer he's chasing, and then injects himself with a rather lethal sounding cocktail of drugs to keep himself going and somehow goes from a blustering, socially inept idiot to real life Hulk in berserker rage mode, and then just goes and kills the villain and becomes a hero.
The dialogue was flat and boring, the characters were flat and boring, the romantic fling was flat and boring (absolutely NO chemistry to be detected there), and everything was far too easy for the protagonist despite him being so mind-numbingly stupid.
The book starts with the "misunderstood genius professor" trope and ends with a ridiculously implausible, laughable ending. Everything in between was just the protagonist making a revelation after a revelation, it was just a road from point A to point B to point C, with no stumbling blocks beyond "whoops now they think *I* am the killer" on the way.
Yawn.