Sunday, February 17, 2013

I Want to Party With the Crazy People. REVIEW: City of Dark Magic

Once a city of enormous wealth and culture, Prague was home to emperors, alchemists, astronomers, and, as it’s whispered, hell portals. When music student Sarah Weston lands a summer job at Prague Castle cataloging Beethoven’s manuscripts, she has no idea how dangerous her life is about to become. Prague is a threshold, Sarah is warned, and it is steeped in blood.

Shortly after Sarah arrives, strange things begin to happen. She learns that her mentor, who was working at the castle, may not have committed suicide after all. Could his cryptic notes be warnings? As Sarah parses his clues about Beethoven’s “Immortal Beloved,” she manages to get arrested, to have tantric sex in a public fountain, and to discover a time-warping drug. She also catches the attention of a four-hundred-year-old dwarf, the handsome Prince Max, and a powerful U.S. senator with secrets she will do anything to hide.

City of Dark Magic could be called a rom-com paranormal suspense novel—or it could simply be called one of the most entertaining novels of the year.

What just happened to me? I can not decide if I like, hate, or just simply want to throw this book out of frustration!  I am not mad, I am not mad, no.  I am simply caught up in a trippy tap someone please cut the music so I can think! 

There are several head-scratching situations throughout this book.  A time traveling musicologist who sees a belching Beethoven.  Though I do not see how a flatulent Beethoven drives the main theme of finding the secrets of the universe and solving a decades old crime, but whatever.  Perhaps the authors' intents were to humanize genius...or to be overly existential.  Or maybe I am just slow on the uptake.

About the time travel...the handsome prince is in possesion of the is induced by ingesting toe-nails.  I am not joking.  They eat drug-laced toenails that bend their brain waves to enable them to see the past. There is weird, and then there is just f*****g nuts.  But I like f*****g nuts.  I can deal with f*****g nuts...even when it grosses me out a little.

Multiple plot scenarios can be convuluted, I actually relish them, but occasionally this story was over-wrought with them.  Example:  Senator wants to hide her involvement with the KGB ends up somehow turning into string/wormhole theory t-boning the bejesus out of recreational drug use encouraged by an immortal dwarf for the sake of a musicologist listening to Beehtohven play live and finding the golden fleece for a reluctant prince ending in a royal mess of public sex and a cliffhanger. Did you keep up?  Yeah...I got sidetracked a few times myself.

I get what the authors were trying to do. The two authors converged under one pen name and created a fake persona to rival the Dos Equis 'Most Interesting Man in the World'.  It was a wild ride...but the Dos Equis guy kinda creeps me out...and this did too. Toenail ingestion!!!!

Bottom was pretty good.  I might even read the sequel just to see what special brand of crazy they come up with next.  After all, the Crazies are the ones you want to party with.

This Goth Girl gives it:

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