I recently commented to a friend that the book I just finished was really good, but I added the caveat, "You know, if you realize you have suspend reality a little bit for fiction to work well."
My friend totally disagreed. She said that it's fiction and you don't have to let reality get in your way. I do agree with her to an extent but I think reality gives you some excellent guidelines. This book was about an FBI agent who was assigned a case where it was obvious a flea infestation had been introduced. An oriental gentleman comes along and says he knows who is behind it and what it is all about (biological warfare, the introduction of bubonic plague through fleas). The two of them hook up and work together to find the whodunnit to stop his diabolical plans.
That's a bending of fiction I'm willing to accept. It would be boring to read the reality about how the oriental gentleman had to go through hoops and bureaucratic BS just to get his story heard and the multiple futile trips he made to the FBI. The author did give nod to the FBI checking out the gentleman and his story. Would the FBI immediately listen to his every word and include him in the resulting investigation? Probably not but I could let that go without an eyeroll.
But then came the part that I had queue the eyerolls, and to me it almost ruined the book. The grand finale involved a big confrontational scene. Our FBI guy was ready to go in with his agents and suddenly, oh the oriental guy wants to come too so what the heck, let's invite him. And hey, while we are at it let's bring along the ex-wife who also insists on coming along.
My friend said that wouldn't have bothered her at all. Different strokes for different folks. Where do you fall in the realm of real reality vs. fictional reality?
The Fine Print: Card parts 'n stuff by Club Scrap "Dream in Color." Paper flower, brads, and clip from my stash.