David Ambrose is so fucking famous that there’s no English wikipedia entry on him (only German, interestingly enough. And Polish. Not that I understand a word of that). Although he’s not only written some novels, but also some screenplays. Oh well, fame doesn’t come easy, sometimes. (Except if you’re really, really stupid. Then it comes way too easy.) Here’s his official website.
Well, Superstition is one of his novels. It’s about a journalist, Joanna, and a (para-)psychologist, Sam, who conduct an experiment together: He wants to prove that ghosts are actually created by the people who imagine them and she wants to write a story about it. Oh, and also, they’re a couple. Everything works out fine, until *gasp* Adam, the ghost they created, becomes more real than they ever thought he would.
The book is not bad. It’s actually really depressing in it’s mediocrity. If it was worse, one could have had a good laugh. If it was better, one could have enjoyed it. What one’s left with is this sense of “oh, come on, you call that a plot twist or a surprise ending?” and of course, “oh, come on, you call that a whole character?”
And you know what? Quoting Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle is not going to convince me that ghosts actually have a scientific foundation.
If the science *snicker* wasn’t so obviously put in the book, I wouldn’t have minded, probably even found it interesting. But as it is, it feels like Ambrose is sitting behind a tree, rubbing his hands as he watches you approach the book. And when you open it, he jumps out and shouts, “GOTCHA!!! YOU ARE READING SCIENCE!!!” Then he breaks into maniacal laughter and fails to notice that you haven’t quite come past the dedication yet.
Just to give you an indication of how awesome this book really is: I’m someone who can’t let go of books. I even have the one Nora Roberts novel I bought when I was twelve, not knowing better and can’t bring myself to throw it out. Or give to charity. Or sell for 10 cents (which would be about 100 times it’s value).
But with Superstition, which I bought at Oxfam’s in York, I had no problem to give it back to Oxfam’s in Nottingham once I was finished. I didn’t even think twice about it. That’s how good that book was.