The Big Seven
is a little ridiculous. Maybe more than a little ridiculous. Harrison
pitched it as a "faux mystery" because the mystery isn't necessarily the
point, and I can buy that. Unfortunately, the point appears to be to
wander through the head of a sex-obsessed retired cop.
The Big Seven
is a meditation on the twilight of one's life, on sex, on violence, and
man's inability to change. There isn't exactly depth here -- the man
whose psyche we spend the novel rattling around in isn't a deep or a
profound thinker, even if he is very well read. I assume there's more
than a little of Harrison in that.
I don't know how
representative this is of Harrison's work in general -- I'll have to
give him another chance, because this didn't totally grab me.
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