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Saturday, January 8, 2011

The Murder of King Tut by James Patterson

Blah! What a let down, one that I should have seen coming probably. James Patterson has taken a few trips off of his typical path and they turned out very well. Take a look at Alex Cross's Trial, Sam's Letters to Jennifer, Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas. All great reads and not a serial killer in sight.
Despite past successes though, King Tut is the epitome of 'flop'. After having just been completely absorbed and swept away in the amazing Egyptian court that Michelle Moran creates and re-creates in Nefertiti and The Heretic Queen James Patterson's King Tut was like jumping in the Atlantic after soaking in a hot tub. A jolt, not necessarily pleasant. He missed what beauty there was in court life; the story he tells is all very sordid. The characters are all calculating and vying for power, not a single good deed or kind word amongst them.I may have liked it better if he had at least chosen whose story he was telling. The book switches from the explorer, to the Egyptians, to James Patterson himself talking about his research, his preponderances, even his wife at one point. Weird. The whole thing was just weird.I wouldn't recommend it.

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