The problem is these Wicked Plants — who can speak German as well as English,"A silly bloody farce." Ouch.
and who can mimic cellphone ring tones as well as human voices — are so
ludicrous that they undercut all of the suspense Mr. Smith has managed to create
in the well-turned opening sections of the novel. For that matter, they turn
what might have been a gripping summer beach read into a silly, bloody farce.
I heard an interview with Smith, and I wouldn't be surprised if this sends him over the edge. He doesn't seem to have much self-esteem anyway. Hopefully he'll know enough to see Michiko's byline and skip the review entirely.