I don't know if the author was going for an Abbot and Costello meets.... approach with this story, as Cult of The black Jaguar reads as though it was written in the era long long ago. From wide eyed local guides who just happen to be double crossing guardians of an ancient secret, to the Ain't Half Hot Mum band of scientists and explorers this book really needs a cliche removal. Perhaps the biggest disappointment is the way in which the author thinks he is injecting sexual tension with the introduction of Jenny, the daughter of one of the expeditions explorers. "her plain t-shirt and hiking shorts accentuated her pinup-girl figure to the fullest". Talk about creating a one dimensional character only for the titillation of teenage boys. Why couldn't he just have her as a normal person "red hair like lava" I half expected Roger Rabbit to poke his head out of the jungle and say hello. When a story is only 60 odd pages long the writing had better be tight, sadly this isn't the case this story is peppered with such amateurish phrases as "trailing ghostly streams of odiferous smoke" and "two soft mounds of womanly flesh pressed against his back". Phrases such as these just show a writer who really is out of his depth. The rest of the narrative is a workman like drone, peppered with action scenes that are as exciting and thrilling as watching two old men fight over a Werther's Original toffee. And i get it the Jaguar was important to the Mayans, you don't need to keep reminding me every couple of paragraphs. This book really needs to get lost in the jungle.
Adrian Shotbolt
24/6/2015 01:38:57
Oh dear. Another stinker from JG! It appears he is on a roll. Comments are closed.
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