
Originally Posted by
owlcroft
I tried a couple of these because The Other Half reads them. Oy.
All speculative fiction faces the burden of plausibility for the reader who lives in what we laughingly call The Real World. Especially fraught are tales told in the contemporary "real world" only with unreal differences. When such tales take on the added burden of complying--more or less--with the standards of a genre entirely other, such as crime noir, they are really being stretched.
To my experience (and personal taste), the only examples of such stretches that work are those that take it on tongue in cheek. That doesn't mean that they have to be "silly", bad spoofs of the genre: but it does mean that they have to give a nod to the reality that we are deliberately taking a trip. I find Butcher's work not up to those standards. As an opposing example, one might adduce Simon Green's "Nightside" tales, in which we have characters who, at the crux, are doing emotionally meaningful things, but are performing within a clearly delimited arena such that we are never forgetful of the fact that we are watching a performance, not soaking in a supposed reality.
Sidebar: a curious example of walking on both sides of the street is Glen Cook's "Garrett" series: mostly it is as described, a calculated performance; but occcasionally, as in Old Tin Sorrows, it is a real performance unto itself.
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