“Life teaches us that human thought almost never walks hand in hand with logic, and it is usually counterproductive to raise the point.”
Hollywood gets more than it bargained for when television’s hottest star arrives at the Miami Police Department and develops an intense, professional interest in a camera-shy blood spatter analyst named Dexter Morgan.
Mega-star Robert Chase is famous for losing himself in his characters. When he and a group of actors descend on the Miami Police Department for “research,” Chase becomes fixated on Dexter Morgan, the blood spatter analyst with a sweet tooth for doughnuts and a seemingly average life.
“I wondered if I could get him to stop saying it if I slapped him a few times. But such logical and rewarding actions are discouraged in the workplace, even when they make perfect sense,”
To perfect his role, Chase is obsessed with shadowing Dexter’s every move and learning what really makes him tick. There is just one tiny problem . . . Dexter’s favorite hobby involves hunting down the worst killers to escape legal justice, and introducing them to his special brand of playtime. It’s a secret best kept out of the spotlight and away from the prying eyes of bloated Hollywood egos if Dexter wants to stay out of the electric chair. The last thing he needs is bright lights and the paparazzi. . . but even Dexter isn’t immune to the call of fame.
What I liked about the book
Dexter is the same but slightly tamer. There is a hint of normalcy surrounding him but a the same time, that is pretty deceiving. He is a good father, a good husband and a good killer. He needs to teach his two step-children this as well – how to be a psychopath and blend well with societal norms.
“The things Cody wanted, needed, are frowned upon by the intolerant society in which we live, and we could never explain it, not any part of it, not at all. And so we would sit with the teacher and dither and dance and exchange fake smiles and grandiose clichés and pretend to feel hope for a bright and shiny future for a boy who would unstoppably grow into a Dark Legacy already written in blood instead of chalk. And thinking about how I must unavoidably avoid this truth with the teacher and instead spend forty-five minutes mouthing cheerful brainless New Age buzzwords with someone who Really Cared made me want to ram my car into the Buick filled with blue-haired ladies from Minnesota that chugged along on the road beside me.”
I liked Dexter raving about food again. He’s absolutely into anything that Rita, his wife, cooks him. He misses her cooking and he will
I don’t know what she puts into it, but it tastes better than any other I’ve ever had, and after four pieces of the French toast, a slice of perfect, ripe cantaloupe, and three crisp strips of bacon, I pushed back from the table and poured a second cup of coffee, feeling like there might be some point to this short and painful existence after all.
The mega-star approach was new and while I’ve seen something similar in Hidden Bodies, this one was a lot funnier to watch.
“Mr. Mustache spoke up, again without moving any facial muscles. “I neeeed,” he said, drawing out the word pointlessly, “to learn Who. You. Are.” That made even less sense than what Matthews had said, and I could think of no reply more penetrating than, “Oh, uh-huh …” It must have sounded just as feeble to him as it did to me, because he moved at last, turning his entire head in my direction and flipping up the sunglasses with one manicured finger.”
The book is a perfect example of psychopathic attachment if you can call it that. Dexter is looking at his relationship to Rita in very non-emotional terms. She is a good cover for his “hobby”, she cooks well, but at the same time she is now tired and old looking. The scene at Cody’s parent-teacher interview where Dexter looks at Rita and sees her for the first time as an old woman and also realises his own aging was a turning point in the plot.
He decides to cheat on Rita (not necessary because he was in love with the starlet) but more because he liked the perks – good food, actual fruits in the breakfast bowl and respect.
He kinda admired Jackie and the kill she did for her – her stalker – was not pure like other kills made by the Harry code.
There were two scenes in the book that I loved. They were awesomely portrayed by the voice actor and it got my hair up on my head as well as on my arms.
When Dexter performs a broad-daylight kill – with every ounce of his being anticipating the kill and the victim realising – too late – that he’s on the radar.
The second instance was when he finally realised that Astor, when missing, was important to him. Not because he felt any type of attachment but because his property was threatened by an external predator – a pedophile as well.
What I didn’t like about the book
All in all, I don’t think I liked the new unbound Dexter. I found myself zoning out and even the quirky turn of phrases that made Dexter so enjoyable before – left me untouched and unmoved.
Even Masuka was more entertaining in his brief flashes.