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The Winter Sniper by James Mullins.
Saw this advertised on Facebook and sounded right up my alley. Book one of a trilogy, I pulled the trigger on it with the view to reloading with the other two depending on the calibre of this one. (see what I did there?). I do like a decent war story and have read many, both fact and fiction and can say without a shadow of doubt this is the absolute worst one I have ever read. Premise sounds good, young backwoods Finnish lad steps up to defend his country against the Russian horde in WW2. Would of been good if the hero (Hale) had become a casualty early in the piece, say after 3 or 4 pages. A short essay on heroic but tragic sacrifice. Sadly author James Mullins didn't see it that way.
**Warning, some spoilers below**
The writing is extremely repetitive and unimaginative, uses phrases that belong to another era or genre, (no one is killed, they are slain by Hale, Hale slays them etc). Author apparently wrote historical novels according to the bio. For a bloke who also claims decades in the military, he must of missed all the lectures regarding firearms. Hale uses a Mosin , his own hunting rifle. This is cause for much merriment and derision from his comrades until he points out "it has been fitted with an upgrade kit to bring it up to military standard". This appeases his critics and there is no more said about the matter. He doesn't use a scope either. Doesn't need one, hell of a shot he is. Head shoots the pilot of a strafing aircraft closing at over 400mph. Took him three shots though, so maybe not all that good. Reloads his rifle with stripper clips "smiles and slams it home" every time. Reloads with bullets, not rounds or cartridges. Resupplies by stripping slain Russians of bullets which he places in a bag. Reloads all his clips from the bag and smiles again when he has thirty bullets left over. Still smiling, thinks the thirty "look about the right size" to fit his looted sub machine gun.
Not unusual in this genre to devote some space to recognising the dehumanising effect war has on previously innocent backwoods lads. Mr Mullins remembered this plot device from his Dummies Guide to Being an Author. Hale's mum laments the loss of her son's innocence for a page or two before we thankfully get back to slamming, slaying and smiling. Romance too, oh the sweetness among the mayhem..........Treated by a nurse for a minor wound, Hale smiles as "he got instantly lost in her eyes". thankfully managed to find a way out only to encounter his girlfriend while at home to convalesce and "got instantly lost in her eyes" as well. You're doing it wrong,Hale, old mate.
Family values run strong through this story, defence of kith and kin and all that. We get to see this when Hale's grandad is heroically slain during an altercation with some Russian home invaders. Holding grandad in such high regard they all smilingly decide to give him a decent burial despite the impending visit by the Russian Commissar (the one with bad teeth, stinking of garlic and vodka, no well worn tropes here) accompanied by a truck full of unsmiling soldiers and an armoured vehicle or two. Upon arrival, said Commissar enquires as to the nature of the hump in the driveway. After a quick recce it is confirmed the hump is the resting place of someone's grandad. This gives the Commissar pause for thought and the reveal of the cliffhanger setup for the next book.
I won't be reading it.