Rating: ★ ½ ☆ ☆ ☆
Date read: May 15 to May 21, 2014
Read Count: 1
I got this book through GR’s first-read giveaway. What drew me in at first was the cover art (so gimmicky, it’s got to be one of my favorites), the whole “assassin posing as an intern” premise, and the promise of humor. So I went into this book expecting a fun read.
It was not a fun read. It’s actually a screenplay given a lot of padding to look like a book. Why this story isn’t a movie but a book is a mystery to me because it’s got all the trappings of a summer flick. Or better yet, a low-brow Bond-inspired action-comedy.
What we have here is an assassin narrator called John Lago on his last mission before retirement, and he’s written a secret handbook in hopes of helping rookie assassins avoid getting killed on their first day on the job. How noble of him, no?
This handbook isn’t so much a how-to but a tell-all autobiography. Lago writes about his final mission as it’s happening, but he only drops a few tricks of the trade now and then to pad the story. Instead he spends a lot of time illustrating what a “suave badass” he is, how he’s the best assassin in the trade, how many near-misses he’s lived through, how crazy his existence is. So like I said, not so much handbook but autobiography.
Like all autobiographies (fiction and nonfiction alike), Lago as a narrator is full of himself. So much so in fact that he forgets his purpose of writing this “handbook.” It certainly isn’t to help the poor doomed rookies because all he does is boast about what a living legend he thinks he is.
I got fed up after 20 pages or so of this Lago persona living the hard and fast life, but I decided to push on to see how absurd this whole thing is. And the plot got even more ridiculous the further I read on. How ridiculous? At one point Lago amasses so many injuries on this mission that he should be unconscious in critical condition, but no, he just rests a bit and then powers on through the pain and fatal gaping wounds. All in a day’s work.
If this is meant to be satire, then I must’ve missed the boat because the writing is neither intriguing or compelling or even amusing. It’s more like a demonstration in sensationalism to see how far a writer can push a story before it becomes grating and obnoxious, which for me was at the 20 page mark.
This story could have been a platform for some interesting commentary on corporate society acting as a training ground for sociopaths or how the lives of these sociopaths aren’t all that different from killers for hire. Then again, anything not directly related to John Lago would go over John Lago’s big head and even bigger ego.