Someone give me a cookie, because I made it through 50 of the 190-something pages in His Beautiful Samurai by Sedonia Guillone (publisher: Torquere Press). Yes, this is ebook, yes, this is gay romance, and to be honest, the reason for snagging it was because of the basic setup: American comes to Japan to assist Japanese cops (and one cop in particular) with a serial murderer.
Now, granted, I'm pretty much in the "psychics are a lot of bunk" category, but I'll suspend my disbelief for the sake of solid characters and quick-moving plot, and attempt to squash my preference for having the American be, oh, a profiler instead. (I'll ignore that an American profiler would possibly be useless for a Japanese serial murderer, given how much of the profiling skill has its basis in cultural mores, but hey.)
Anyway, the American -- the former Gulf War I vet named John *cough* Holmes -- is called out of mini-retirement to help with the case. One of the two detectives, Toshiro Genjin, is struggling with his family's insistence that he marry versus his own attraction/preference for men. Together, they solve the case (of course). At least, I think they solved it. I'm not sure. I was too busy laughing hysterically at the author's absolute incompetence when it came to research.
( I am compelled to snark. At length. )... and then I got to "aurigato" and called it quits. Last final fucking straw on the goddamned camel, baby.
Me, to CP, over dinner: And that was the point I decided I'd had enough.
CP: I'd had enough at the spare bedroom.
Now, granted, I'm pretty much in the "psychics are a lot of bunk" category, but I'll suspend my disbelief for the sake of solid characters and quick-moving plot, and attempt to squash my preference for having the American be, oh, a profiler instead. (I'll ignore that an American profiler would possibly be useless for a Japanese serial murderer, given how much of the profiling skill has its basis in cultural mores, but hey.)
Anyway, the American -- the former Gulf War I vet named John *cough* Holmes -- is called out of mini-retirement to help with the case. One of the two detectives, Toshiro Genjin, is struggling with his family's insistence that he marry versus his own attraction/preference for men. Together, they solve the case (of course). At least, I think they solved it. I'm not sure. I was too busy laughing hysterically at the author's absolute incompetence when it came to research.
( I am compelled to snark. At length. )... and then I got to "aurigato" and called it quits. Last final fucking straw on the goddamned camel, baby.
Me, to CP, over dinner: And that was the point I decided I'd had enough.
CP: I'd had enough at the spare bedroom.