Unmasking Evil: A Review of Field of Prey

Still going strong in spite of being the 24th book in the series. At this stage, the series is a bit cliched, but still I found this book to be very gripping and engaging.

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Field of Prey book review

I’ve been in a terrible reading slump the past couple of weeks. After the brilliant The Bluest Eye, no book seems to satisfy. I started The Invention of Wings, zipped through about 100 pages, put down the book, and just didn’t feel like picking it up again. I instead started on Terry Pratchett’s Moving Pictures (part of the Discworld series and a reread), but surprisingly even this did not work for me.

I then started getting really desperate, I needed to read something, anything, damnit! and get to the finish line. I always read before bedtime as a kind of unwinding ritual, and if the book I am reading does not grip, I get really antsy and restless, and then go online and view numerous YouTube videos (my latest addiction), and then sleep poorly as a result.

So you can imagine how pleased I was when I stumbled on Field of Prey in my library a few days back.

This book is the 24th book in John Sandford’s Lucas Davenport crime series. This series has been one of my hard-core favorites, and I have talked about my love for this series before on this blog here.

So, I’m not going to go over the brilliance of this series all over again. Suffice it that if you like thrillers, John Sandford’s Lucas Davenport series is something you should keep on top of your TBR list.


Plot Synopsis

Field of Prey begins with a corker of a scene set years ago when a motley pair abduct a woman from a diner parking lot in a crossroads town. She effectively turns the tables on one of her abductors, a local oddball named Jack Horn. Horn, though terribly wounded, escapes thanks to the assistance of his partner in crime, Roger Axel, a local businessman. It becomes clear all too quickly that Horn and Axel have been a part of this business for a while.

Flash forward to the present. One hot summer night, a teenage boy and his girlfriend smell something terrible in a field. The next day the police arrive to investigate the source of the smell, which turns out to be a number of dead bodies stuffed down a cistern. These murders have been going on for a number of years, and the gruesomeness of the find gives Davenport’s chief Rose Marie a lot of PR headaches.

Things turn critical when one of Davenport’s colleagues is shot down, and another goes missing. Soon Davenport is on the hunt, and there is a deadly cat-and-mouse game between the killer and Davenport.


Field of Prey Review

I”ll be honest. This is one of the more clichéd books in this series. You have the standard tropes of serial killers going berserk, investigators fighting and politicking among themselves, and the media creating an uproar. Basically, plot-wise, there is nothing spectacular or new about this book.

But despite the predictability, I loved reading it. It was a pleasure to revisit old favorite characters such as that f***ing Flowers, Del, Shrake, Jenkins, Sister Mary Joseph, Rose-Marie, and so on. I did think that some were introduced to the book just because they were fan favorites. I mean, I love Virgil Flowers, but there was absolutely no need to include him in this book. He was just filler material and a distraction from the main story.

Talking about distractions, it did feel like there were too many. I think the reason for that is it’s pretty easy to find the killer, and frankly, Davenport should have caught the killer almost midway into the book, but twice just as he is on the verge of cracking the case, he gets a phone call or something like that, and his attention is diverted.

I was quite disappointed that Sandford used this technique of prolonging the suspense, and I felt the lack of genuine suspense in the story to be one of the weak points of the book.

Another distraction is the character of Letty – Sandford’s adopted daughter. She is a great character, but introducing her into the crime investigation and having her advise senior cops on crime detection was a bit much. She’s not even 18, for Christ’s sake. She just didn’t fit into the book, although I guess this is Sandford’s way of indicating that she will play a bigger role in future books. I hope he writes her more age-appropriately in the next book, though.

But apart from these issues, and frankly, they are very minor issues, the book was ace. It moves rapidly and has all the trademark Davenport tough-guy attitude and quips. I spent two sleepless nights reading this book, which shows how much I enjoyed it.

I was a bit surprised to see that there were some reviews on Amazon panning this book, even speculating that Sandford hadn’t written it, but I didn’t see anything radically different from his usual writing style. If there are any differences, it’s in the character of Davenport, who has aged and mellowed, which is, of course, expected. We can’t expect him to be the same tough womanizing detective that he was at the beginning of the series, and while I agree that I preferred Davenport when he was young and bad, I don’t necessarily think that the change in his character indicates anything more than that Davenport is maturing. I also have enough faith in Sandford as a writer that he will not do anything so underhanded. Hope my belief is right!

Anyway that was my thought on the whole Sandford ghost-writer issue that is swirling around this book.

Overall, my thoughts were very positive, and liked it very much despite some of the plot issues that I mentioned in the review. A must-read for Davenport lovers!

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  1. says: bermudaonion(Kathy)

    I just finished the audio of this book and thought the bit about Letty was odd, too. I couldn’t imagine Lucas taking her to a crime scene like that.

    1. says: Nishita

      @bermudaonion_kathy:disqus I know, so unbelievable. All those sections with Letty felt a little off.