

I felt like I was reading stories told from the perspective of different characters.ĪND it's all tell, tell, tell. almost everyone else.Īlso, it seems strange that his narrative "voice" changes significantly in each part, depending on whether he is being sad for the war victims or delivering a diatribe against the crazy Muslims. The few times the author attempts to connect us with his protagonist are over the most obvious universal sentiments - by that I mean he is sad for the people who were tortured and starved during the Holocaust, and angry because of 9/11. This book has over six hundred pages surely he will develop a personality in time. The bestest, baddest super spy of them all - the so-called "Pilgrim" - seems a little generic and lacking in characterization beyond the repeated affirmations by everyone that he really is THE BEST at everything, but that's okay. murder, sex, perfect crimes - who wouldn't be interested at this point? The scene is so lacking in evidence that it looks like we got a badass on our hands.Ĭome on. It opens with a grisly murder, seemingly sexual in nature, with the victim dissolving in acid in the bathtub. The novel is broken up into "parts", each dealing with a different part of Pilgrim's life - as an Intelligence agent, an assassin, a criminal investigator, etc. I picked up I Am Pilgrim after seeing it on Goodreads' 16 Underrated Books That Deserve Your Attention post, and thinking that it was about time I found myself a fast-paced thriller.Īnd it starts fairly well, I'll give it that. I am giving up around the halfway point - which is arguably very generous for a 600-page book - because I'm just getting more and more irritated.
