Book Review – Darkly Dreaming Dexter (Dexter #1) by Jeff Lindsay
First published, 2004
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Sharp, witty and full of purpose, Dexter Morgan is a Miami-based blood spatter analyst, with a foster sister in the police force, a sweet, damaged but undaunted girlfriend, and all the charm of a classic movie icon dipped in Dior.
He’s also (spoiler) a murderer. But he only kills bad people, so it’s hard not to root for him. His conscience, as well as the code of ethics gifted him by late foster father, Harry, dictates who needs to die. Whereupon, Dexter allows his ‘dark passenger’, the murderous, hack-happy side of himself, to take over.
I love the TV series and this was my first foray into the books. How I loved it. Dexter is an endlessly fascinating character, meticulous, a student of human behaviour, he isn’t cold but he isn’t quite human either. And he’s funny. My, he’s funny.
“There is something strange and disarming about looking at a homicide scene in the bright daylight of the Miami sun. It makes the most grotesque killings look antiseptic, staged. Like you’re in a new and daring section of Disney World. Dahmer Land. Come ride the refrigerator. Please hurl your lunch in the designated containers only.”
10% in, Chapter Three, Darkly Dreaming Dexter (Dexter #1) by Jeff Lindsay
With a new serial killer in town, Dexter can’t help but marvel at the bloodlessness of the bodies the Miami police find, and it’s hard for him to believe that the murderer isn’t trying to communicate with him directly. Not to challenge or threaten him, it’s more like the killer is inviting him out to play. But with his dreamscape taking him to new and confusing places, is the killer with the precision cuts and the bloodless bodies Dexter himself?
A dark, deadly delight. I must read the rest.