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229 of 261 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
The last straw, October 22, 2001
This book represents, for me, just about the final nail in the coffin of what began as one of the neatest series ever. All the things that made me love the series to being with, and kept me buying them (with increasing reluctance) as they came out, are now pretty much dead.Great plots/suspense/humor? There almost isn't any. All of the fascinating and funny stuff in the early books, attempting to integrate monsters into modern American life with all the questions about the legal rights of the undead, etc.., have been pretty much forgotten. Great action? What made the early books so tense and exciting was watching the gutsy little human woman go up against awesome evil creatures with vast superhuman powers, and somehow come out on top. Now Anita is the mighty Queen of werewolves AND wereleopards, Master of Vampires, the greatest necromancer of all time, always right, all-powerful, and everybody, but everybody wants her hot bod <yawn>! I find myself almost rooting for her poor victims/enemies, especially now that the distinction between Anita and the "bad monsters" isn't that clear anymore. Great support characters? The terrific Jean-Claude is now Anita's faithful little pet; merely one of her many lovers, he dutifully shows up to explain stuff and help out a little when needed, and then scampers back to his coffin at daybreak with a pat on his head. What a waste! Richard, who showed signs in Blue Moon of finally coming to grips with his bad furry self, is once again the self-loathing bleeding-heart trapped in a predator's body.... another waste! The only thing left to wish for, for those of us who cared about the Richard character, is to see him get the first cure for lycanthropy, marry the nice scientist from Blue Moon, and get the heck away from the Executioner. Our brand-new "hero", the new man in Anita's life, Micah? His only relevant characteristic is a you-know-what even bigger than Richard's, but he adds nothing, since "he doesn't mind bodies lying all around" -- that is, he automatically agrees with everything Anita does. Oh, he IS something of a rapist who doesn't take "no" for an answer, however -- but that's ok, since Anita really "wanted it", right? <gag> Great heroine? Worst of all is what Hamilton has done to Anita herself -- fearless in fights, but nervous and insecure in her "dating" life (which used not to necessarily mean "sex" -- now that's the only thing it means). Over the last few volumes, she stopped being likeable -- now she's not even that interesting. In Blue Moon, we found her worrying whether a magical ward against evil beings would work against her; at the end of Obsidian Butterfly, she was horrified to find out that a certain psychopathic serial killer saw her as his kindred spirit or even "soulmate". All of these interesting concerns about the direction her life was heading seem to have suddenly disappeared, replaced by her smug contempt for Richard and HIS self-doubts. And, of course, the shy, "good Catholic", girl who was flustered by her attraction to Jean-Claude is long gone, replaced by something of a, well, slut. The downward moral slide, which began when she violated her own most important rule -- uncompromising loyalty to the people she cares about -- by betraying Richard (her fiance at the time!) in the most cruel way possible, has just about hit rock-bottom now. Great romance/passion? In the meantime, the amazingly well-written eroticism of the early books has crossed the line into something more like porn: lots of graphic sex for its own sake. Judging from the new racy covers (even for the new printings of the older books in the series), this represents a deliberate marketing decision on Hamilton's part. As I said, what a waste...
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57 of 63 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Disappointing drivel, November 3, 2001
I was one of the fans waiting anxiously to read NIC. I heard the opening chapters read in Dallas, and, if I remember correctly, asked for a cigarette when it was over. It was that viscerally gripping.The drivel that it devolved into in the finished work was a complete disappointment. I found it barely readable. A few of the highlights (or would that be lowlights?): 1) The atrocious grammar, spelling and foreign language errors that have plagued the series from Day 1 were SO pronounced that, unlike in most of the earlier books (which also abounded with sloppy mechanics/editing), I couldn't ignore them. There was no story going on to distract me from them 2) Major characters exhibited illogical and contradictory behavior reeking of plot device (not only contradictory to their behavior in previous books, but from chapter to chapter in this book). 3) A new major character was introduced, apparently as a continuing romantic interest for Our Heroine. However, this is one of the creepiest "romantic" characters (if he can be dignified by the term character) I have ever encountered. From his description, he sounds more like a sideshow attraction than a romantic leading man. And I DON'T mean tentacles! (Now THEY were sexy.) 4) The endless tedious, joyless, loveless carnal acts. 5) The Anita-who-isn't-really-Anita. Plot device, again. It has been maintained, in various discussion fora, that, in NIC, Anita has "come to terms" with her sexuality. This is not in evidence on the page, as she continues to indulge in juvenile "THAT wasn't sex" arguments throughout the book. The fact that Anita simply accepts certain plot devices thrust upon her is SO far outside the scope of the character's evolution over the course of the series, that it might as well be a series about another person entirely. 6) Beloved supporting characters' mouths are filled with "Anita is the most wonderfullest being on the planet" pap. Virtually all the characters in this book exist to validate Anita as the best, baddest, most intriguing, alluring, etc. One that ever was. Including the bad guys. 7) There is no context for the events in this book. What made the series gripping and entertaining was the juxtaposition of the preternatural world with the mundane one. I remember the feeling I got reading the first couple of books that I, PERSONALLY, had been awake for days, living on coffee and adrenalin, as Anita shuttled from zombie raising to crime scene to preternatural face off, with an hour's sleep snatched here and there. I felt that THAT world truly lurked around the edges of ours. NIC lacked that spice of normalcy. This is an ill-crafted work that does a disservice to a writer with a marvelous imagination.
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26 of 27 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Hamilton's Worst Yet. Anita Blake Series Drills Into Hades., August 16, 2004
Narcissus in Chains is a book that I have a strange history with. It's one that I have been valiantly trying to read since my Junior year of high school. I'd managed to read the first half from the library, I'd skimmed certain later scenes in the book, and as of recently I listened to it on audio cassette. It's taken me three years, but I've finally suffered through NiC! I think we all deserve T-shirts that proclaim our bravery.
I love the first six Anita Blake books. They were stay-up-til 3 AM on a school night kind of reads. The series started to shift away from what made it initial enjoyable in book 7, but in Blue Moon that series crashed and burned for me. Obsidian Butterfly was rock-bottom for me as I realized that Anita wasn't all that different from the jerk bigoted cop that had it in for her. NiC is even worse, surpassing rock bottom and trying to drill itself straight to Hades.
The only good thing about NiC is it looks like Richard is gone for good this time. I also thought his relationship with Anita was illogical. Richard only seemed to want her for being human, but he wanted her to be a normal normal Pollyanna. It's been clear since the first that he's barking up the wrong tree if he wants that from Anita. Anita on her part doesn't like him being a werewolf, and with her abandonment issues I've always wondered why she would waste her time pining over a man who wanted her to be something she wasn't. It was doomed from the start. Goodbye and good ridance Richard. I'm sick of your mind games and your pitiful whining. I don't like Jean Claude either anymore, and I sure as heck don't like Anita's new lover, Micah.
With this story, Anita Blake shifts itself even further on the wrong path as Anita gains the power of the Arduer and becomes this super-Nymphomaniac Witch. Seriously, the LHK is almost writing like she's trying to parody herself. Anita isn't back for five minutes before the hateful wereleopards that I wish would die are in trouble again. Anita goes to a bondage club to rescue them. She's wounded during the fight and wakes up to find herself in bed with a bunch of new characters to this cast that has long since reached maximum occupancy. Micah is a Nimir-Raj wereleopard. He spends like 80 pages giving Anita sexual healing and they have sex in the shower. You heard me, Anita Blake has sex in the shower with a dude she doesn't know from Adam. It's the arduer's fault of course, Anita Blake makes no mistakes. The arduer seems to posess her alot, forcing her to do kinky sexual stuff. I guess bludgeoning a character into acting completely against her nature passes for character evolution (or devolution) in Hamilton's mind. This forced erotica isn't even very good. Hamilton loved to reuse the beast, and itching along the skin descriptions over and over. Frankly, the proses become so florid when Anita goes into the sexual magic that the book begins to read like a penthouse letter! And Anita spends more time thinkings about how great it would be to drink her lovers' blood, eat their flesh, and grind their bones to make her bread than she does about how hot and bothered they make her. Only fans of Furry Vore porn will enjoy her myriad sexual encounters.
I think the arduer is only the latest blunder of Hamilton's biggest storytelling weakness: Character consistancy. Have you noticed how characters' whole personality can shift between books. Anita can't decide if she's completely depraved or not. Jean Claude has gone from being so into Anita to pimping her out to Richard for more powers and in NiC he's become this clucking mother hen. Richard went from mild-mannered werewolf to a psycho whiner and then to this macho man with 100% pure testorone in his viens.
I really really hate Anita. She's always right and no one can get along without her. Characters are pigeon-holed into two categories: Anita's booter-lickers or Anita's enemies. I mean even the supposedly dominant were-beasties have to bend over when Anita commands and they all want to have sex with her. Anyone who goes against the will of mighty Blake is bad and deserves death or some other sad fate because THOU SHALT HAVE NO GODS BEFORE ANITA!! She expects JC and Richard to not be mad at her for stringing them along and running out on them for six months. I'm tired of this selfish, emotionally immature woman thinking that the world revolves around her.
Late in the book some plot about missing were-alphas appears that ends with Anita gaining a gillion-bazillion new powers. Micah takes Richard's place in the end. The best part is that Anita doesn't love Micah for his sparkling personality. No, he's her soulmate because he's so desperate to get at the VD filled cavern between her thighs that he's become her ultimate yes-man, a personality-less doormat trying to lie flat enough to suit her needs. Doesn't such a beautiful relationship warm the cockles of your heart?
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