I hadn’t noticed until tonight, but our friend Loren Eaton reviewed Larry Correia’s Monster Hunter International over at I Saw Lightning Fall, just the other day.
And here I am, reviewing it now.
I recently reviewed Correia’s Grimnoir Chronicles books, so I thought I’d try the Monster Hunter series too.
In brief, not bad. But I think it’s not for me.
Owen Z. Pitt is the hero of the series. When we meet him he’s an accountant, albeit a large and vigorous variety of the breed. One night he’s attacked in his office by a werewolf, and manages to throw the monster out of a window to its death. He’s badly injured, though.
During his recovery, he learns that such attacks are more common than the public is permitted to know. A whole government agency is devoted to dealing with the threat – secretly – and there’s a secret government bounty for each monster killed. The agency has competition – the private Monster Hunter International group, which recruits Owen, who realizes his heart wasn’t really in accountancy after all. Fortunately his soldier father raised him with fighting skills and arms proficiency.
Also there’s a beautiful monster hunter, a member of the group’s founding family, with whom Owen falls promptly in love.
What follows is basically a written version of a CGI-intense Hollywood summer movie. With very short hiatuses in between, one monster attack follows another, each one involving more terrible – and numerous – monsters.
And Owen, it seems, is the key to the destruction or salvation of the space-time universe, because of a series of visions he’s been having.
It’s all pretty overwhelming. I can see why the Monster Hunter books have acquired such a large, loyal following. Many of you are probably among them, and many others of you will enjoy the books if you try them.
But it’s frankly too much for me. I’ve decided I like my books a little quieter, a little more introspective.
There are occasional references to religion, and it’s stated as a fact that faith has efficacy against monsters. Any faith will do, however – the faith itself, not its object, is what counts.
Cautions for violence, language, and not very explicit sexual situations.