I picked up a copy of NYPD Red (US) out of curiosity. James
Patterson fills shelves in the library, bookstores and charity shops and he
also appears all over my Facebook page offering places on his writing courses.
The man clearly knows how to write and how to sell books and I thought it might
be a good idea to find out if I could learn anything from taking a peek inside
one of his novels.
NYPD Red is immediately gripping. A film script describes
the action of a murder in a posh New York hotel. The victim is a Hollywood
hotshot and the killing is carried out in exemplary fashion. The scenes move on to further killings to film
celebrities and has the LA set leaving the city in droves.
Enter our detectives. Zach and Kylie are thrown together to
solve this one. Zach’s a hard man who likes his yoga and his women and Kylie is
ambitious and tough and happens to be married to a film producer. The pair also
happen to have previous – a relationship that sparkled and fizzed and burned
out too quickly for Zach’s liking.
For the first third of the book, I forgot that I was trying
to learn anything. It zips by and each hook sank under my skin.
After a while, though, I began to disengage. The jumping from
one scene of tension to the next felt manipulative and the thrill lessened as
the outcomes became more predictable. The early pleasure derived from getting
to know the cats and the mice in the story slowly deflated as they became less
substantial and confined by their roles. Hitchcock’s adage about showing the
audience the bomb was taken literally and employed all the way along. The
explanations about why something would work and wouldn’t either telegraphed
what was coming or rounded things off in ways that felt unnecessary. I also found
that everyone in the book, with the exception of a few bit players, spoke in
pretty much the same way and the lack of variety became irksome. There was
still the odd surprise to keep my attention, but in the end I just wanted to
reach the resolution in a hurry.
My biggest issue with the book is that I didn’t really care
enough about anyone. The skill all seemed to have been focussed upon the drive
and energy of the action and the determination to keep the reader moving from
one chapter to the next without pausing for comfort breaks. To a point this is
successful. What I struggled with was that there didn’t seem to be anything
else to it. It’s like the swan analogy in reverse. You can see the legs kicking
like hell under the surface, but rarely get a sense of the grace and beauty of
the creature above the water.
I think I did learn something about my own work from this
read. On the one hand, I should probably ramp up that tension and create more
of an appetite in a reader where that’s appropriate. On the other, I should
continue to strive to create beating hearts for my characters otherwise the
action is just movement and pace.
My conclusion on NYPD Red goes something like this. If you’re
looking to escape or just relax and want something to distract the mind, this
is likely to serve you well. It’s probably a good holiday read, but it’s also a
big book. I don’t think it warrants all the space it would take in your
suitcase, but if you pack it in on your Kindle you could be in for a few hours
of entertaining fun.
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