If I hadn’t committed myself to blog about this book, I probably wouldn’t have finished reading it. But I realized that most of my complaints are about the storytelling, and not Arabic or Arab culture.
The idea of an al-Qaeda hit list and, better yet, a CIA hit list (of American law enforcement personnel) have nothing to do with Arabic or Arab culture, so I guess there’s no point in talking about how ludicrous it is. And the fact that this book is so steeped in testosterone I felt like I should go sit around in my OBGYN’s office for a few hours to normalize is irrelevant, too.
But to go back to a couple passages I marked:
“Right. And don’t forget that The Panther is an American. So maybe he thinks more clearly and logically than most of these whacked-out jihadists.”
I mean, that’s annoying as hell, but it’s spoken by a character, not an omniscient narrator.
And also not relevant is the protagonist, John Corey, epitomizing mansplaining as he talks to a medical doctor:
“That’s about it.” I reminded her, “Aim for the center mass of the target. Heart is on the right.”
“His left, your right, Doctor.”
More insight into our protagonist here:
And not a bad technique. Like, “Hey Abdul, let’s talk about camel grazing rights. And by the way, how much do you want for your wife?”
So, that’s all I have. Can’t recommend the book, even just for laughs. And to think I really loved Plum Island.