Title: Technically OK but unpalatable
Product review: This author gets a bit too cute with his fun-loving, profane personality. He likes to talk about sex, and failure, and the dark things in the human soul, but by page 20 his shtick gets old. The mystery behind this book, in technical terms, is well-executed, but the characters are as dead as toy plastic soldiers and have about the same range of emotions. Bochco tries to talk us through it with a series of narrative visions of Hollywood, but these end up being repetitive instead of clever. Was he drunk? He gunked up a fairly competent mystery with a lack of humanity, or maybe, an inner desire to wallow in the grey side of humanity, which is not the evil aspects but the boringly predictable and degenerative ones. I wouldn't really recommend this book to anyone.
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