In Violets are Blue, James Patterson again demonstrates he has a specific ability to making murder intriguing. Murder is dreadful, obviously. Also, killers are detestable. However, Patterson takes advantage of our interest with exactly how it very well may be.
This story is practically preposterous. Two insane young men – brought into the world of nonconformist cooperative guardians. A couple of performers who make Siegried and Roy look agreeable. A beautiful vampire master. Also, a large group of loners who discover the Goth and vampire hidden worlds sincerely convincing.
We’ve perused numerous books and seen numerous motion pictures where the saint should enter vivid space of diversion: bars, strips shows, discos, dance club, etc… be that as it may, Cross and companion at the private Goth party would make the most beautiful film scene.
Also, a long line of abhorrent killings and unpleasant sex. It’s a serious task to attempt to sort out who is more detestable than who.
That is something Patterson progresses nicely – in his books the scalawags resemble onion skins. When you think you know one, and rout them, there’s another – more profound – layer.
Toward the finish of this book, we at last arrive at the middle. Cross losses the Mastermind uncovered toward the finish of Roses are Red.
I don’t have a clue how unequivocal the villainy of this person was in the books past to Roses are Red, so I don’t know whether Patterson has been prodding perusers for quite a long time, or regardless of whether he made this wind with Roses are Red.
In any case, toward the finish of those past books flowers and balloon Alex Cross idea he’d caught the executioner and everything was well. Turns out there was one more layer of the onion…
This is cunning on the writer’s part, yet disappointing for us who read books each in turn.
This novel is, on one level, about the vampire murders, yet on another level that is all a starter prologue to the genuine confrontation among Cross and the Mastermind. Also, in a way that is pitiful, on the grounds that the vampires make by the drove fascinating story with regards to themselves. They’re sufficient evil for one book.
To me that is Patterson’s shortcoming. His books are sincerely sensational yet not, eventually, strong. He leaves out a ton. He depicts a long series of murders, including a couple of TV stars, yet we get no feeling of the FBI examination past Cross continually being there on the scene.
Patterson is a major differentiation to Thomas Harris, who systematically explores every one of his books. In the event that you ponder Cross, he self-destructs. We get a great deal of emotionalizing and apprehensions about his calling when I, for one’s purposes, would prefer to have a more profound examination.
However, there’s no denying the passionate strength of the firecrackers in Violets are Blue and Patterson’s different books. I simply wish they were however profound and fulfilling as they seem to be astute and diverting.