Reviews by eknapp
Standard issue Dresden Files.
Mab forces Harry to work a heist run by Nicodemus in order to pay off an old debt. The target: the Holy Grail, in a vault owned by none other than Hades himself and buried in his Underworld.

Standard issue Dresden Files. The wise-assery is funny and the geek culture references are excellent:
"I've had worse. Only a flesh wound."
"Yeah, 'Tis but a scratch, come on ya pansy!'"
"Oh. You weren't quoting the movie."
"Holy Grail?"
"Nicodemus still has it."
Sigh. "Never mind."

Butcher is beginning to bog his characters down in burdensome nobility. A holy righteousness, albeit a sarcastic, juvenile holy righteousness. I miss the days when Dresden would just nuke the bad guys. Hey, they deserved it. Nowadays he spends way to much time trying to REDEEM them. Urk.
More of the same, and that's a good thing.
The authors once again use the backdrop of the Long Earth, a functionally infinite chain of slightly-different human-free Earths, to play with Ideas. There are new animals: giant tortoises, huge kangaroos-like herd animals, feathered tool-using dinosaur-descendants. New sapient species, with a focus on a lupine society. Joker worlds, which are inhospitable due to some bizarre trait or other (desertification, locusts...) All of this thinly drawn. The authors put forth many ideas lightly without delving deeply into any one.

They expand on the exploration of the human capacity for bigotry, short-sightedness and destructiveness in dealing with man's treatment of trolls, a big hairy gentle and supremely useful neighbor species.

Like the previous book, this one ends with a massive disaster that promises more to come.
Very good, but some unrealized potential.
There are three plotlines in v2: Kez invades Adro with monsters and an insane Kresimir on their side, and Tamas and his army are trapped in the enemy's land due to treachery (McClellan is big on traitors); Taniel, on the front lines of the conflict, battles not only the enemy but also corruption and treason (yep) in his own army's general staff; and Adamat uses his connections and investigative tricks to locate and rescue his family, held hostage by a wealthy, powerful sociopath.

One thing stood out to me, partly--and paradoxically--by not standing out. The setting is roughly Napoleonic in terms of technological and social/political development, not the best of times for women in the real world. In Adro, women hold plenty of power: they are generals, colonels, captains and sergeants in the army, they are heads of institutions and political factions, they are mages and "special forces" operatives. And within the context of the story this fact is utterly unremarkable. No one notices that women are in power because why wouldn't they be? It's just neat to see a merit-based power structure that isn't obnoxiously self-aware.

Same serviceable level of writing as in Volume 1. While there's certainly a lot to be said for a fast moving, well-crafted war adventure like this, I find myself yearning for the depth, richness, and insight of KJ Parker's Engineer trilogy. McClellan almost captures that but falls short.
A logical travesty. Disappointing.
This...was a weird one.

The archangel Gabriel has been murdered. To keep reality from unraveling, a lesser angel named Bayliss kills an innocent woman and turns her into an angel so that she can take Gabriel's place as a load-bearing member of the Heavenly Host.

The setting is c.2070, but there's very little "future" in the story. There are two POV characters: Molly, the unwitting rookie-angel, and Bayliss, who for some reason talks, thinks and acts like a hard-boiled noir detective. "I needed a bit of the folding so I could get tight but this dame with crackerjack gams was quite the lulu. I torched a pill and tried not to think about how I'd get pinked if this went sideways." That sort of thing. And my favorite: "He looked more put out than St John's haberdasher." Ha.

Anyway, the all-powerful "Trumpet of Jericho" went missing with Gabriel. True to the noir formula, assorted heavenly thugs take turns bracing, warning off, and/or pummeling our cynical, heroic gumshoe and his confuzzled new partner. They must solve Gabriel's murder and find the Trumpet and time is running out. It's a clever twist on a classic formula. However...


There needed to be some logic to Bayliss's Raymond Chandler-inspired persona. The setting doesn't account for it. No other character follows his script. But the big plot twist, instead of justifying it, makes it worse: Bayliss was the bad guy all along. There is no reason whatsoever for Bayliss's hard-boiled affectations--and in fact it's his adherence to the formula that gives him away to the good guys, so why do it at all? Furthermore, since he's the bad guy, NONE OF HIS CYNICALLY HEROIC FIRST-PERSON POV CHAPTERS ACTUALLY HAPPENED; literally half the book up to that point was, well, malarkey. Flim-flam.

The mystery was decent, the characters reasonably three-dimensional, the catchy noir lingo a lot of fun. But there's no coming back from that kind of climactic fail.
Formulaic. Okay for series completists.
A virulently anti-American but apparently non-violent Latin American activist is assassinated by an American agent in the Bahamas. Lincoln and the gang are hired by a NYC prosecutor to help them find the sniper and charge the government with murder.

Follows the Jeffrey Deaver blueprint to a T:
1) The good guys acquire trace evidence from assorted crime scenes and compile a list of random, unconnected substances: "Okay guys, we have crude oil, vanilla extract, sand, and KY jelly. What could it mean??"

2) The bad guys plot to kill the good guys horribly because targeting a team of cops and FBI agents seems like a good idea. The good guys survive by being awesome.

3) Nineteen plot twists of the Bruce-Willis-was-a-ghost-all-along variety.

4) Lincoln saves the day, smugly explaining to the reader how the disparate substances led him right to the killers' doors: "The crude oil told me he was going to blow up an oil refinery, the vanilla proves that he likes to cook, the sand is from Nassau RIGHT WHERE THE PRETTY COED WAS MURDERED, and the lube implicates that innocent-seeming executive that we met briefly on page 16. God I'm good."

I need to stop reading open-ended series. I'm getting jaded.