Dark, depressing serial killer tale

It is 1997 and Lewis Bocarde is a criminal defense investigator in Anchorage, Alaska. He is compulsively drawn into looking into the supposedly natural deaths of two Native Alaskan women. Soon the body count rises, Bocarde is helped by a social worker with problems of her own, and he is trying to convince the police that these women have been killed.

This is a long, dark look at the dirty underside of Anchorage and the rampant racism prevalent in its culture.

I didn't like the author's writing style at all. It was much too flowery and he pontificated endlessly throughout the book about the bigotry of everyone else against the Native Alaskans. Yes, this is an important subject but I didn't feel like being pounded with it.

Some people enjoyed the book. I just wasn't one of them. It left me depressed and with a bad taste in my mouth.

I did rate the book with two stars instead of one because I did finish it.

I received this book from Net Galley in the hopes that I would read it and leave an unbiased review.

Thank you NetGalley and Elvis English for this arc.

This was not the book for me. Too bleak. It was the usual formulaic serial killer chase mixed up with a seemingly continual and pious rant on racial equality (don't want you readers to miss that point....? repeat it over 50 times). I found the main characters flat and unrealistic and their "romance" ridiculous. But that's just my opinion, many other readers seemed to have enjoyed the book.