I quickly read L.D. Smithson’s The Escape Room. It’s not worth the minimal time. It’s as light as a feather and has no content to match its convictions. It never commits to anything. It’s ostensibly about a group of eight people forced to compete to the death in reality TV show while giving us a look at the relationship of an older, kind of overbearing sister to her younger, more easygoing sibling. However, the work never explores any of this satisfactorily and it neither examines the problems with the pigeonholing of the younger sister as “scatty” nor the horror of being essentially forced into almost-gladiatorial combat with seven other people.
It’s not clever, it’s not interesting and it doesn’t know what it wants to be. Is it horror? Is it family drama? Is it just plain drama? It’s never observant enough of human behavior or extreme enough to warrant any reaction. Both the book and all the characters in it are so milquetoast that you want to call the novel and all the people in it “Obama.” The book feels like it was written by a committee who had seen Fincher’s Se7en with all the good parts edited out combined with a binge of Golden Girls and Sex in the City.
The prose — well, let’s not talk about that.
I rarely encounter a bad book that I read all the way through, but this one I did. I wanted to see what happened when the two sisters finally had their big confrontation that the book should’ve been building to. And you know what happened? Not a damn thing. I guess I fooled myself because even that encounter was an anticlimactic waste of time.
Do not recommend.