Twenty-Three Skidoon’t

I guess I just don’t like Libba Bray’s Diviners series.  It should be awesome, a Prohibition era X-Men of sorts.  But two things just kill it for me.  One, the goddamn slang.  She douses it like a teen girl mixing cocktails.  It’s like James Joyce if everyone were talking like Mr. Burns.  I can’t handle it.  Two, she checklists everything like she’s filling out a Which Wich bag — Asian, black, gay, sexually assaulted, social anarchists, interracial relationship.  If there were depth, it’d be one thing, but they just feel slapped on like bumper stickers.