Half-Resurrection Blues is a pseudo-enjoyable romp through an ultra-contemporary paranormal New York mired in way, way too much profanity.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t get me wrong. I work at a newspaper as a reporter. I swear way too much and, because of this, we even set up a swear jar in the newsroom. Twice.<\/p>\n
I have no problem with profanity, especially in everyday usage.
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\nI do have a problem with the overuse of profanity in novels, where the profanity serves no actual purpose. That\u2019s the most detracting thing about Older\u2019s novel: the complete and total overuse of profanity.<\/p>\n
I do not need to read the F-word in every sentence of the main character\u2019s thoughts and, considering the book is narrated by the main character, that means a profanity is laid at every turn, or, in this case, every line. It breaks the flow. It\u2019s superfluous, just like my next biggest problem: way too much padding.<\/p>\n
At 326 pages, much of Blues could have been cut away in favor of a more succinct narrative. Too many tangents bring the narrative down.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s good enough for what it is, a quick romp, but not worth remembering.<\/p>\n
Also, not being from New York, or the east coast for that matter, I would care less about the rants and raves about the hipsters and this and that in New York.<\/p>\n