A review of Charlaine Harris’s ‘Dead and Gone’ chapter eight


I was mad at almost everybody when I drove home that night.

I’d be mad too, if I’d had a family member murdered, been engaged against my will, and had to see Dark Shadows (See my previous blog post for a full description of the problem with that).

Octavia was sitting at the kitchen table with a man I’d never met. He was one of the blackest men I’d ever seen, and his face was tattooed with circles around the eyes. Despite his fearsome decorations, he looked calm and agreeable.

Octavia’s boyfriend has shown up. Sookie and Amelia fake some care for her, give her a little going away present, and wave her off as she travels back to New Orleans. The present is really rather unthoughtful – it’s a gift certificate to Amelia’s father’s home supplies store. So something that cost you nothing and took no effort to get. I’m sure Octavia is glad to have friends like you.

Sookie goes to bed, and she opens a card Eric sent her. It’s another nude picture, with Eric in the picture gesturing out to her.

“I wait for the night you join me,” he’d written on the otherwise blank card in his crabbed handwriting.

Faintly cheesy? Yes.

Gulp inducing? Oh, you betcha.

In the morning, Andy Bellefleur and the female FBI agent pop round again. Jollies.  They’re at the house to ask about Crystal and her death. They ask some pointed questions about Tray Dawson because…. no, there are no reasons, it comes out of nowhere. Tray wasn’t anywhere near Crystal at the time of the murder and has no real connection to her. So, yeah, the Bon Temps police force are shit. Then they ask about Dove Beck and Sookie doesn’t think that he did it. Andy gets very cross about this, because telling the police that Crystal had an affair with him meant that she was giving him a ‘lead’. Do your own police work Andy.

Anyway, they shove off and Sookie goes out sunbathing.  She’s surprised by the sudden return of old demonic favourite, Diantha.

She’s alive!

She was wearing red Lycra running shorts and a black-and-green patterned T-shirt. Red Converses with yellow socks completed her ensemble.

Diantha is always good value. She’s been sent by her uncle, Mr. Cataimpossiblenametospell, to warn Sookie that fairies are walking around in the world.  They’re the enemies of her great-grandfather, and they butchered his son Fintan. They’re lead by an eeeeeeeevil fairy called Breandan. Giving this helpful information, Diantha makes some fire and then runs away, leaving Sookie to think about the nature of fairies. It’s not that much, so I don’t get too angry.

I knew the fae who were actual fairies were beautiful and ruthless; that even vampires respected the ferocity of the fairies. The oldest fairies didn’t always live in this world, as Claudine and Claude did; there was somewhere else they could go, a shrinking and secret world they found vastly preferable to this one: a world without iron.

Good, you’ve finally acknowledged that fairy world fuckin’ exists.

Sookie arranges to meet up with Claudine and Claude at a local mall.  The two are rather uncharacteristically nervous…. and Sookie reminisces about their third sister Claudette who had been murdered? When did that happen? I have never heard about this character before! Who the fuck is she? The two fairy … triplets, apparently, give a large amount exposition about the whole fairy situation. Breandan is the other fairy prince, the son of Niall’s elder brother.  Breandan thinks that fairies who contaminate themselves with humans are screwed up and that all humans with fairy blood should be eradicated.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

Dermot, the twin of Sookie’s fairy grandfather Fintan, is on the side of Breandan.  He’s the spitting image of Jason Stackhouse and he’s on the loose.

“If you see someone who looks like your brother, but isn’t…” Claude said.

Claudine swallowed. “Run like hell,” she advised.

shit.

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3 thoughts on “A review of Charlaine Harris’s ‘Dead and Gone’ chapter eight

  1. re: “The Millennium Trilogy,” if you aren’t worried about minor spoilers, I found this review that is amazing because it nails almost all of the reasons I hated it: http://www.thefword.org.uk/reviews/2009/09/larrson_review

    I think it only skipped the heroine’s tattoo removal (book two, seriously, sorry for the spoiler, but it is ‘minor’ except if you are like me and get irritated by it), which I did not take too well, It offended me that this supposedly ‘bad ass’/has-no-fucks-to-give punk chick takes away part of her ink/identity. It felt like the story was moving toward a narrative that ended ‘and then she began wearing pink and ribbons because she was finally a healthy fully-realized adult with the love of middle-aged ‘totally straight’ ladies man Blomkvist to save her from her childish acting out and costuming.” Maybe I’m just pissy because I am a grown-ass woman (with an education, a good job, etc.) who is heavily tattooed/pierced/alternative/whatever, and resent the implication that one only winds up like that due to a damaged life, and need be rescued/changed by just the right middle-aged ladies man.

    Funk dat.

  2. re: the gift card, I thought it was a good gift as Octavia needed to rebuild/refurnish her home. I don’t care what a gift cost or how much effort was involved, so long as it’s something I want/need.
    (Sentimental handmade children’s- type gifts are not included in that.)

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