On a recommendation that I read on a blog in one of those rabbit-hole-blog moments - you know, when you start at Point A and then, an hour later, are at Point M with no recollection as to how you got there and you can never find it again - I had ordered two books on CD from a thriller series.
Words escape me. It is possibly one of the most over-wrought-written books I have ever read/heard. On top of that, the narrator is beyond description. If he were a woman, I would say there was an almost constant heaving of bosoms. It really defies description. I have found myself caught up in the awfulness of it and can't seem to stop listening. It is 12 discs long. I did, however, promptly return the second episode without a listen. I do have my limits, even when it comes to masochism.
Here's what I can tell you -
Someone latched onto the word, "preternatural" for dear life and it has been used WAY too often. One gets the feeling that certain words catch the fancy of the writers and then are used WAY too often. Like, "splume" and "nostrum" and "elixir". During the course of this hot mess, there have been instances of poisoning by nostrum, dirty cops, hallucinations involving lounge chairs, lemonade and volcanic rims, superhuman-women with Victorian sensibilities. There have been black chemises. Widespread violence in foreign countries. There have been exotic flora and fauna. Fake skeletons, elaborate traps, blow guns with poison darts, whale eyeballs, main characters who seem to be nearing death, only to pop up without explanation in situations that defy logic and, let's not forget, the sweet scent of lilies...
All the male police characters are read with a rather high-pitched nasal voice. The female characters are all breathy.
In total, it is a big, hot mess that is rather mesmerizing. I can hardly wait to see how it ends. For so many reasons. I am not revealing the title so that I won't spoil the surprise when you unwittingly check it out of the library, pop the first disc into your CD player and press "Play".