Spoiler: In the 1983-84 T.V. movie and miniseries “V”, the aliens round-up all the “scientists.”
Rating: No longer rated
In retrospect, I wish that I hadn’t read the rest of Bone Hunter. I didn’t want to consider Em Hansen’s uninformed musings about Mormonism, polygamy, cults, drugs, man-hunts, faith, or conspiracies in the realm of paleontology. The reader may have figured out by now that I’m not fond of this sub-genre.
Andrews glosses over character, plot, and body-count. Em Hansen briefly expresses remorse about leading two people to their death, then moves on to diagnosing hypothermia (a result of one non-fatal mistake), romance (a logical conclusion to hypothermia and its treatment), and a fast and unsatisfactory dénouement (a teaser for more books to come). As is typical in this kind of mystery, it’s not clear whether the sensational elements serve to explore humanity’s slimy underbelly or simply the author’s unpleasant imagination.
The author’s note at the end of the book could have redeemed the book, but didn’t, as Andrews’ “research” into the connections between science and religion remained unconvincing. Throughout the mystery and the author’s note, Andrews pretentiously throws around the term “scientist,” yet never offers serious evidence to justify her condescending attitude towards religion or people of faith.
I would recommend Bone Hunter and all other Sarah Andrews mysteries to readers who would in fact enjoy these books.