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Malcolm Leight, private consultant to the police, only fucks his roommate/assistant/doctor/lovesick fanboy Peter Grayson on the nights he solves a case. There is nothing sacred about the ritual, though Peter wishes there was.
A very lovely story … clearly inspired by the relationship between Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. While the story is set in present time, while I read it, I have that sense of historical time also — maybe because the use of words like opium — and it gets me a bit sentimental.
Written solely from Peter Grayson’s perspective (third person, present), the cases presented might be a bit fuzzy in details for me. There are murders, yes, but Malcom Leight seems to have all the answers right the very second he sees the body, and I’m left all flabbergasted on the how.
But, it doesn’t matter. It’s not the investigation to solve the mystery that captivates me. It’s the progress of the love story. It starts with Peter feeling sad because he wants something more than just Mal’s fuck buddy. When he finally says that he has enough and planning to leave the apartment that he shares with Mal, things change. Then we get Mal showing how important Peter is to him, to the public display of affection, to the love declaration, to Peter comes out to his parents … Each progress is preceeded by a case.
The climax — which mirrors Sherlock Holmes and his archenemy Moriarty — is very intense and emotional. Why? Because Malcolm has to hurt Peter deliberately in order to save Peter from being a target. What Mal did in order to achieve that is quite painful to read — even if Peter gets the explanation afterwards. However, in that sense, it also makes this story very, VERY good.
My favorite scene/quote — because it’s bloody romantic, darn it!
“Nothing is ever simple, see? There’s so much noise—bloody white background noise in my head. It’s always been there, always on, always torturing, distracting, haunting. I could never turn it off. And then,” he’s heavy, serious as his eyes hold Peter’s, “I met you. You’ve given me silence, Peter. With you, I’m deaf to the noise. I can see, think, breathe without being haunted, distracted, tortured. I can speak without screaming. I can focus enough to solve cases, to care, to feel.” He stops abruptly. He breathes, stutter-stop. “Do you understand?”
Peter squeezes Leight’s hand. He doesn’t understand, not really, but he’s trying, and he’s hoping, and he’s thinking that maybe, just maybe they have a chance
“You turn off the sound.”
It’s another showcase on how free story can beat the a** of published ones …
Title: “Put Out The Light”
Author: Catherine Julia Jefferson
Pages: 61,615 words
Release Date: October 10, 2011