A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Obsidian Butterfly’ chapter forty six

Oh my god I do not want to read this chapter.

I am finding Obsidian Butterfly the hardest so far to deal with. Why? Because of how long it is, to be honest. It’s not the longest book I’ve ever read, not by a mile, but it is entirely inept. LKH is incapable of maintaining two plots at a time. She has to deal with one plot thread at a time. It’s not a narrative that is a finely woven tapestry of story telling. It’s a big clump of thread, and we have to follow one thread at a time. If you were reading this book in big chunks, then you probably wouldn’t notice it. Reading it one by one, it feels like the death of literature. This is not a good book. It’s not even a book that’s enjoyably bad – and you all know I love trashy books, as my ongoing addiction to Harlequin/Mills & Boon romances is evidence of. This book is a hard read, because I am having to force myself into caring about this mess.

This chapter is an especial mess. Anita and the gang are heading to Nicky Baco’s bar. And she can’t just arrive there, ready for the scene. We have to go through the rigmarole of describing what the street looks like, what Anita thinks, what everyone is wearing and what they’re doing and how they’re doing it. This book is incredibly overwritten, and is busting at the seams.

It takes two pages for the characters to attempt entering the bar. A character called ‘Harpo’ greets them. As Nicky only agreed to see Anita, they aren’t going to allow the other people in her gang inside the bar. Anita suggests that they all pretend to drive off, and Harpo runs behind the car for some reason. Now Nicky will see them all. Anita ponders whether her magical powers are depleted and whether she is a sociopath.

This didn’t need to take up five pages. This could have been done in a single paragraph.

LKH is a terrible writer.


5 thoughts on “A review of Laurell K. Hamilton’s ‘Obsidian Butterfly’ chapter forty six

  1. The description of the trip makes me think that LKH is going “Look! Look! I’ve actually been to Albuquerque!” (or wherever this book is supposed to be set).

    Why did this need to be it’s own chapter? Again, this is not a chapter. NOTHING. HAPPENED. This isn’t a chapter, it’s a scene.

    And I know I asked something similar last chapter, but how much of this book is actually left, page-count wise?

      • When the book is slowly unraveled like this, yeah, I can seen why it feels so damn long. When you’re not reading it anywhere near critically, it seems to go a lot faster because you just don’t put much deep thought into it.

        Meanwhile, I’m just tripping out because Supernatural just showed the city I went to high school in (literally the one next to me) in a painting. Very, very weird. Even though they’re supposed to be in Illinois, and I live in Wisconsin…

      • Wait, you’ve already covered FOUR HUNDRED *PAGES*?! Seriously? I’ve read some long, slow books before, but by page 400 stuff’s always happened.

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