Publisher: Jen Talty
Publishing Date: August 2013
Publisher Description: Horace Chase arrives on Hilton Head Island to pay his last respects at the Intracoastal Waterway where his late mother’s ashes were spread and to inspect the home his mother left him in her will. He’s been recently forced into retirement, his divorce is officially final, and now he’s standing in the middle of the front yard of his ‘new’ house where a tree has crashed right through the center of it.
What could possibly go wrong?
Review: “A pulsing technothriller. A nailbiter in the best tradition of adventure fiction.” Publishers Weekly ref Bob Mayer. Wow, BAAZING! Who paid who for that review?
Right at the start of this novel we have errors in basic firearm function descriptors. After a brief tussle with an obnoxious neighbor, Chase relieves him of his revolver. Then, when questioned by a passerby as to how he knew the guy was not going to shoot he says; “Most importantly he never cocked the hammer, and it was still on SAFETY”. And she says, “You know guns.” and he says “Yes.” Well, actually you don’t know guns. There are no internal or external safeties on a revolver. Just because the hammer is down does not mean that the gun is “safe”. On a revolver, all the operator has to do is pull the trigger for the gun to go off. So you run at a guy with a gun in his hand, and because you have magical special forces sense, you intrinsically know that there is no way he could shoot you as the hammer was down. (sigh) . Lets move on shall we?
Again we find Chase in a shootout scenario that involves a damsel and thuggies. Using a tree trunk as cover he hears something moving and aims “…finger resting lightly on the trigger, the only safety a true shooter used, as he’d been taught in the killing house at Fort Bragg.” What exactly is a “True Shooter?” So your in a combat situation, with movement, and they teach you at Fort Bragg to rest your finger lightly on the trigger at all times. I don’t know what they teach at Bragg, but hopefully no one is drinking that Kool-Aid. In high speed movement shooting your finger is off the trigger until you are ready to shoot or engage the target. That way you don’t shoot yourself or others around you.
Another glaring error is when Gator, the huge black man/special ops guy, (insert action hero novel side-kick template here) is defending Erin from the Russian mob. He disarms them of their Glock pistols and says “You boys don’t even carry a round in the chamber, and you left the safeties on. What kind of wusses are you?” This novel’s accuracy by a Green Beret author is really fucking poor. Glock pistols do not have an external safety. They have what is called an integrated trigger safety, and two internal safeties. Basically when the gun has a round in the chamber, it is considered hot and can be fired by depressing the trigger which activates the trigger bar. I am surprised that the author did not have them “cocking the hammer” on the Glock. I still can’t believe the author used the name Gator. Really?
I don’t know what happened to this novel. Is a ghost writer developing these novels for Mayer, or is he so disconnected from writing, he just does it for the money without giving a shit about the content/details? Usually when a novels accuracy fails it is the editor that usually takes the blame. In this case, I don’t think so. Anyone with a common operating knowledge of firearms and their function would never make huge errors like this. How do you begin to take an action novel seriously when the author can’t seem to make viable connections? It is almost like he sketched a rough idea/draft and had someone else write it. Then he reviewed it and said “This is exactly what I wanted, fast paced, full of action, lots of bang bang and sex on an inflatable boat. Print it.”
When they attack the Russian mob on a small island in the channels, they dump Riley in the ocean for a beach approach and the boat with Erin, Susan, Gator etc. head to the other side of the Island. Riley is doing recon etc. and Gator is setup to snipe. Where is Chase? He is in a fucking plane, 10k feet up preforming a High altitude (technically not) Low Opening (HALO) to the Island. Why? There is no need to have someone in a plane, dropping on a little island with 7 armed bad guys. But no, our super-hero has to jump, at fucking night, because??????? HALO openings are generally designed to avoid surface to air missiles, exposure to flak and defeat radar. It’s uses for stealth insertion into foreign countries is evident. But on a US island off the Gulf Coast? Really? Who the fuck is really writing this?
This novel fails at so many levels I don’t know where to start. It has, at times, a jumbled story-line. It has limited character development. It has non-existent technical accuracy, especially where firearms are concerned. It has this weird ego-infused action character template that insults your intelligence. There is nothing down to earth or gritty about this novel. The cover art is neither inventive or eye-catching. The ending is plain unbelievable crap. (Take a deep breath) Deus Ex Machina in the form of a deep black ops friend that drains bank account from the psychopath bad girl, his long lost son discovery (seed for next novel) and death of psycho mother of son whom colluded with psycho bad girl to get money so she could have revenge on him years ago for when he left her at 17 years of age when they had a fling and he never helped her, but she didn’t really ask or really didn’t want to know the answer and she was sent to Oklahoma by her father who wanted to get rid of her and now she wants to shoot him so she pulls a gun out of the back of her bathing suit even though she walked by him and he didn’t see it and his son’s name is Horace too and now he has something to live for and this is just the beginning and …and ……and …….. AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!! I shit you not, this all takes place in the last few pages, and I was generous with the editing. Do yourself a big favor. Avoid this crappy ass novel or you can just throw your money into a fire. Either his wife or his business partner/editor/publisher, Jen Talty wrote this. Mayer is probably buried in a bayou somewhere while Talty and his wife live the high life. Oh shit, that’s what this novel was about. Life imitating poor fiction?