Voodoo Eyes by Nick Stone Book Review

I like Miami. I like Dexter’s version and in a weird way, I also like the humid and horrible version Nick Stone depicted. This entire book reminded me of those old-style detective stories where a sullen detective who spends his time tracking down adulterous spouses is suddenly in the middle of an international police investigation.

The blurb/description that the author wrote on the back of the book made me really intrigued and I really anticipated reading it, but unfortunately Nick Stone fails to deliver. Advertised as a thriller likely to keep you awake, I was nearly falling asleep after the first 20 pages.
I’m so happy I got this from the bargain bin for only £1!

The Story

Our hero, Max, has been known to the readers of Nick Stone’s books from before (not to me). He is ruthless and smart and facing an interesting enemy (that he knows and we don’t).

While Voodoo Eyes begins as Miami Noir, Stone is able to direct the story toward standard high stakes thriller territory by shifting the action to Cuba where our protagonist Max crosses paths, with Cuban secret service, retired Black Panther activists, Drug Cartels and the Department of Homeland Security. Stone does an excellent job of putting Mingus in harms way continually and upping the ante.

He’s trying to find and destroy Solomon Boukman. He’d used voodoo, black magic, and extreme violence to control his people, and to keep anyone who ever heard his name in a state of fear. He’d zombified his enemies with potions and hypnosis and used them as his very own suicide killers. Some said he was the earthly incarnation of Baron Samedi, the voodoo god of death; others said he was The Devil incarnate.

I honestly don’t know whether his descriptions of Cuba are influenced by American propaganda or whether he been able to visit and see for himself. I’ve never been able to understand the continued petulance of successive US administrations to Cuba. It strike me as very petty. The book isn’t bad. The character of Max Mingus is well drawn – no he man as can so often be the case with the main character in American thrillers. However, we barely meet the man with the Voodoo Eyes as promised on the cover

Book was a dull ache in my body until I put it down – fearing sleep.

1/5, charity pile.

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