Oh, dear.
I've tried with this one. I really have. I've skimmed bits here and there.
I tried again today to start at teh beginning and by the time I was a few paragraphs into Chapter 2, it bucked me off again.
For the record, M has damnably
clear grey eyes. The greyness of his eyes in not in itself damnable. That's where I got off. It takes more than aping some of Fleming's phrases to be a worthy successor to him. It takes observation, and wit and a certain ingenuity with words that Hatfield does not display here.
Beyond a number of clumsy choices and constructions, like M's damnably grey eyes, the whole first chapter seems rushed, and not well thought-out. More than an outline, surely, but not fleshed out into fully living prose. In a few places, Hatfield gets a little air under his wings -- the discussion of Adrenalin, for instance, although it also sounds familiar, and might be cribbed -- but he mostly seems to be in a hurry to get his ideas down, and his construction and structure seem to suffer as a result.
I'm almost always unimpressed by killing off a regular for shock-value, and Hatfield's offering up of a sacrificial lamb in his opening chapter certainly doesn't break that streak.
But I'm also put off by clumsy phrasings and word-choice. The Mexican policeman is "moose-like?" Does he have antlers? Kneels down to drink, maybe? Flaming was never hesitant to go in unusual directions with his language, but I can't imagine him useing "Moose-like" to describe any human being.
Hatfield's opening line is as clumsy as mine for "Finders, Keepers," which doesn't leave me a lot of moral authority to criticize it, but I wasn't trying to pass FK off as a new Glidrose-approved novel, either. After reading Evan Willnow's brilliantly Fleming-like "The face of a corpse fits like the wrong man's suit," I want to see better openers than this.
In fairness, I should stop here, but I can never stop kicking Hatfield without adding in one more lick for the funeral of a major character, very late in the book. Yes, "Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan" was a wonderful movie. Yes, Spock's funeral was quite moving. No, it isn't okay to change the names of the involved characters, and a couple of words here and there, and pass it off as 007 material. M is not James T. Kirk. Moneypenny is not Saavik. And no, the fellow in the coffin here is certainly not a Vulcan named Spock. It's sheer lazy writing at its worst, putting everybody involved in an out-of character position -- even the corpse!
Nobody likes to speak ill of the dead, and I hope Hatfield, whose life was so tumultuous, has at last found peace, and his survivors have as well...
But the only feelings "The Killing Zone" leaves me with in the end are a slight irritation with its ineptitude, and a thoroughgoing bewilderment that Hatfield ever thought, even for a moment, that he could buffulo _anybody_ into thinking this was a real, Glidrose-Productions-approved James Bond novel.
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Jonathan Andrew Sheen