Clive is still Clive, and he entranced me in COLDHEART CANYON with his rainbow prose and deft touches. This is my fourth Clive Barker book, and sadly, it couldn't compare to The Damnation Game, Weaveworld or volume one of Books of Blood.
Take it's length for example. Over 750 pages, it could have been easily squashed to 500, or maybe 400 pages. I flipped pages in slight frustration at the seemingly endless subplots that seem to pop up in the book. Some scenes could have been compacted, as I felt my attention dropping when I read them, no matter how gruesome or frightening the image was.
Todd Pickett is classic Barker characterization, and so is Tammy. Both are full characters, and that somewhat saved the novel. Katya Lupi appeared slightly empty to me, and her moods seemed to gravitate haphazardly.
I found Barker's version of Hollywood pleasantly different from what I had expected. I was expecting an entire chapter of the general Hollywood cliches, but Barker knew well enough to cut to the chase and get on with the plot.
Overall, a commendable effort. But too long, too dragged and perhaps a little too spiced.