Monster Hunter Memoirs: Saints (3)

An eminently readable tome, as we’ve come to expect from these master wordsmiths. Impossible to put down, as I discovered from a ‘night’s’ sleep that didn’t begin until early morning.

Oliver Chadwick Gardenier, “call me Chad” alternates between fine dining/wining/womanizing, (aided by his, s’welp me, refined manservant) to being a deadly, foul-mouthed former marine Monster Hunter.

As a linguistically gifted intellectual, our killer has penned dictionaries in Yeti, Sasquatch, and Gnoll. He is equally adroit with a .50 Barrett, a Ma Deuce, or thermite.

This page turner extols and shows teamwork, from fire-team level in otherworldly close combats, to major inter-agency operations whilst Saving The World.

Writing finesse in Saints demonstrates close teamwork on both authorial and editorial levels. Wildly imaginative, pulse-pounding fighting makes for juicy reading; such conflict situations are seasonally sown, cultivated, and reaped. They alternate with soothing, research and philosophizing follow times. But the tale’s central, well-teased conflict is not only constantly lurking, but may be said to underly, in its Monster Hunter universe, Chad’s Hoodoo-haunted home of New Orleans.

Saints is desirable as a stand-alone; however, it would be more rewarding to read in conjunction with the rest of the Monster Hunter Memoir series. Buy ‘em all!