It's a two-under 10 on 20

In general, we would be wrong if our choices committed (artistic, lifestyle, consumption) should be dictated by shocks slogans concocted with cynicism, bad faith and greed by advertising and marketing agencies mercantile.
In the ultra competitive world of publishing, and more perhaps for the kind policeman / black / Thriller often tries to make us spend wool over our eyes, to blow admiring quotes from famous authors, of articles truncated and hooks that make your mouth water.

A so on Two, the first novel of a young English writer being announced as nothing less than a great literary shock. If you want my opinion, it is far from the account. This is, however, not to judge by the excessive publicity given to this novel but the emotions and feelings we procured reading.

The book has an original idea rather attractive however the author has difficulty exploiting convincingly. A series killer kidnaps couples. After grueling sessions of physical and psychological torture, it keeps alive one who, betraying a certain idea of ​​love that strives to abductor to pieces before him, "authorizes" the first that the other is killed. While it comes to perpetrate a new heinous crime, a police team is in pursuit to prevent crack again. Among its members, the novice Inspector Mark Nelson and the famous John Mercer, who doggedly pursues this whack, more guilty of killing one of his colleagues two years earlier.

The plot is actually quite banal and construction seems artificial rather weak. She left me a little unpleasant aftertaste: a bit too academic and applied strict and sterile, sometimes the limit of the insult to the intelligence of the reader. Blunders aside, this choice seems somehow dilute emotions and suspense by scattering instead of focusing on a character for which we could then possibly feel a little empathy. Here we are faced with many protagonists, none, starting with the killer, is really striking.

Steve Mosby is not a great stylist, far from it, and his writing fails to give depth to his characters and create anxiety. This is flat. I expect a kind of thriller novel as he grabs me and haunts me during and after reading it, but nothing like here. No dull anxiety has disturbed my nights, I did not tremble in unison with the characters, who ultimately bore us a little. I was not hungry when I laid the book to not resume the next day. I never felt feverish excitement, almost cut the breath, to turn the page to watch the outcome.

Some (few) good ideas are not enough to create a good book, especially when so many works have dug for years the same narrow furrow.
Devoid of fancy or lesser power of fascination, pen Mosby is not inspired enough to create an atmosphere and make it memorable or even just as it is intriguing story in the end fairly flat account and not well told.