The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart is probably one of the best written books I never finished.
It’s a historical fantasy taking place during the dark ages. Two brothers whose chosen profession is grave-robbing do not limit their criminal activities to just stealing from the dead. Their own demented morals justify any undertaking for even the slightest gain, and rationalize their most despicable acts. Revenge-seeking enemies, demons, and witches, hound their journey to the lands of the Moors where they hope to raid the tombs of ancient kings. To sum it up; the Grossbarts could be the evil cousins of the Brothers Grimm.
Jesse Bullington has crafted a unique story. I didn’t note any of the mistakes that most new authors make and his sarcastic wit is hilarious — the Grossbarts have two pages of dialog defining the origin and use of the most dirty of all cuss-words, the “F-bomb.”
Mr. Bullington also has a lot of guts. Brothers Grossbart is definitely not for the faint of heart. Even I, who consider myself a connoisseur of dark fantasy, had a difficult time getting past the graphic murder of an entire family (including young children) that occurs early in the book.
Even though The Sad Tale of the Brothers Grossbart proved to just not be my “mug of ale,” it probably is one of the best written books I never finished. I might have been able to admire the Grossbarts for their tenacity and cleverness if I could have gotten past their cold-blooded homicidal natures. Eventually I realized that I couldn’t care less about the Grossbarts or anyone else in the story. At about page 283, when it became too much of a struggle to keep reading, I stopped.