Book reviews are subjective. I tend to rate books not according to how “perfect” they are, seem to be, or are said to be in general but rather to how perfect they are to me. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Moody Publishers for an honest review.
Feast for Thieves: A Rowdy Slater Novel by Marcus Brotherton
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
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“And if you don’t last the year…I’ll hunt you down and crush you with the full weight of the law. But–” he cleared his throat, “belly chains and leg irons seem like an awful waste of a man with your potential for success.”
Thus, young World War II veteran, Rowdy Slater, is faced with the choice of either going to jail for bank robbery or serving one year as a town minister in author Marcus Brotherton’s novel, Feast for Thieves.
Rowdy is a down-to-earth, flawed protagonist one can sympathize, even empathize, with, as he says what he thinks in unpretentious English, and perhaps he wouldn’t have found himself on the wrong side of the law here in Cut Eye, Texas if it’d been easier for him, and other men like him, to earn a living after the war. His first sermon in church had me cracking up, and I never would’ve imagined myself saying this before, but, man, I enjoyed the bar fights!
Of course, not all of the violence in the novel is fun and games, not by a long shot, and a certain, dire secret of Rowdy’s just about made my whole heart ache. Now, my interest in his story occasionally waned as he’d take a lot of time getting around to the point or importance of a scene, and his pattern of expression became redundant here and there. I was also a little puzzled at his late reference to a “fisherman from Nazareth,” as I wondered if he actually meant a carpenter or a craftsman.
Still, it’s a rather gritty and relatable depiction of a changing man, with an ending more than open enough to call for a continuation. I wouldn’t mind reading more about Rowdy Slater, and I think other fans of historical fiction with grit and faith wouldn’t mind it, either.