Review of The Getaway by Jim Thompson (1958, Orion)

Doc McCoy is a career criminal.  After his wife, Carol, manages to bribe the chair of a patrol board and springs him from jail he sets about arranging his next heist with Rudy ‘Piehead’ Torrento.  The robbery of the Beacon City Bank goes according to plan, leaving the security guard and their accomplice dead.  However, McCoy and Torrento immediately fall out, with the latter shot and left for dead.  McCoy and Carol head west, aiming to get to California.  Their journey though is full of mishaps.  With the cops and a vengeful Torrento on their trail, the question is whether they can escape to Mexico with their loot?

The Getaway is considered a classic heist novel and has been adapted for the big screen a couple of times.  The premise is straightforward.  A gang of four criminals successfully heist a bank then immediately fall out and set upon each other.  One is left dead before they have even left the bank.  Doc McCoy, the gang mastermind, and Rudy fight and separate not far out of town.  McCoy and his wife, Carol, take flight, but her lack of experience and Rudy’s murderous pursuit soon derails their plans.  Moreover, despite their continued devotion, a seed of doubt and suspicion has been planted in the mind of each.  Thompson keeps the pace high, with plenty of action and twists, while also exploring the evolving relationship between Doc and Carol.  The result is an engaging and tense read that delivers both the spills and thrills of a heist and chase and the psychopathology of those involved.  The weak spot, however, is the ending which swivels ninety degrees into an entirely different register.  It might be literary and allegorical, but felt entirely out of place.

Review of Reykjavik Nights by Arnaldur Indridason (Harvill Secker, 2014)

A relatively new recruit to the Icelandic police force, Erlendur works nights as a traffic cop dealing with drunk drivers and accidents, domestic disputes and street fights, robberies and whatever else comes his way.  One evening he pulls a dead homeless person from a shallow pool.  The case is ruled suicide and soon forgotten by all but the stoic cop who isn’t convinced by the verdict and becomes obsessed with uncovering the man’s life and death.  Aware that a local woman disappeared on the same weekend, Erlendur becomes convinced that there might be a link between the two cases.  In his spare time he slowly pieces together the lives of the homeless man and missing woman.  However, rather than telling his bosses of his discoveries he keeps his investigation a secret, reluctant to lose control of his quest and to unnecessarily smear the memories of his two victims.

Reykjavik Nights is a prequel to the popular Inspector Erlendur stories, set not long after he starts to work for the police.  Already obsessed with missing persons or the lives of those that drop out of ordinary society, he is drawn to the cases of a homeless man found drown and a local woman who has vanished.  Despite having no mandate to investigate either case, Erlendur patiently seeks answers.  Given his lack of experience he is somewhat naïve and hesitant, feeling his way by instinct.  As with the other books in the series, Reykjavik Nights is as much about Erlendur and Icelandic society as it is the cases.  Indeed, the cases are quite mundane and straightforward but what makes them interesting is Erlendur’s attempt to tackle them.  Oddly, that in itself is quite mundane with few tension points, but Indridason somehow makes its engaging.  I think this is do with an evenly paced plot and the cadence of the prose – one is soon caught in a steady moving stream with pleasant scenery, with a few eddies but no rapids or waterfalls.  The result is an enjoyable police procedural with an inevitable but satisfying conclusion.

Review of The Music Lovers by Jonathan Valin (1993, Dell)

An avid record collector, Leon Tubin is convinced that a member of the Cincinnati stereophile’s club has stolen thirty five of his most prized and valuable LPs.  He hires private investigator Harry Stoner to investigate.  It seems like a straightforward case, but Leon’s beautiful wife seems oddly out of place, there’s thirty thousand dollars hidden in their freezer, and his friends are an eccentric bunch and deny raiding his music collection.  Then Leon is badly beaten and his wife kidnapped and Stoner has his work cut-out to try and track her down and return her safely home. 


The Music Lovers is a private investigator tale in the classic American tradition.  Harry Stoner is hired to recover some valuable records by an odd couple – a rather weedy, unattractive college lecturer and his bombshell wife, a former band singer.  What seems like it might be a routine case quickly becomes something much more murky and dangerous.  Using his wiles and tough guy act, Stoner has to solve the puzzle and do battle with a bad guy.  It all feels a bit ‘colour by numbers’ but Valin plays the trope well providing a breezy and entertaining narrative and populating the tale with a mix of engaging characters.  The result is tale that is enjoyable but lacking substance and edge.    

Review of Strangers on a Train by Patricia Highsmith (1950, Penguin)

Guy Haines is an architect travelling to Texas to seek a divorce from his young, wayward wife.  Charles Anthony Bruno is a rich man of leisure journeying on the same train to meet-up with his mother.  Charles is consumed by the idea of committing the perfect murder and spends part of the trip trying to persuade his compartment companion to trade slayings – Guy’s wife for Charles’ father.  Guy isn’t interested; he wants a divorce not a death.  However, Charles becomes obsessed with the idea and when Guy’s wife tries to delay the divorce and Guy gives up an important commission he takes matters into his own hands.  His action drags Guy into an unwanted obligation and despite his best attempts to move on, Charles haunts his life.

Strangers on a Train was Patricia Highsmith’s first novel.  At its heart is a simple but effective premise – if two strangers swap murders they can potentially commit the perfect crime.  To give the tale a twist, she makes one of the strangers very keen to ensure the Faustian bargain is struck and the other a very reluctant participant.  And while one has something to gain, the other has a lot to lose.  Highsmith neatly manoeuvres the pieces into place, binding the two strangers together, and then ratchets up the psychological tension first with respect to the murders, then the fear of being discovered and the fear of each other as their lives become ever more entwined.  It’s a nicely put together tale, though some of the plot devices are quite weak, such as Guy giving up an important commission.  My main issue, however, was the characterization.  Charles is somewhat one-dimensional and Guy just seems to act as a foil for Charles and the plot.  Nonetheless it has an interesting hook, is an engaging story, and it’s obvious why it appealed to Hitchcock for a movie adaptation.

Lazy Sunday Service

I hope you had an enjoyable Christmas.  In between playing with the dogs in the lashing rain and sleet, eating, reading and watching TV, I spent a chunk of the week making revisions to the current work-in-progress.  It's slowly taking on a new and better shape. 


My posts this week

Review of Rough Riders by Charlie Stella
Review of Strange Loyalties by William McIlvanney
This is from Santa?

This is from Santa?

Frankie tore the wrapping paper and stared at the doll.  ‘This is from Santa?’

‘Where the hell did you get the presents, Tom?’ Jane asked.

‘The elves must have made a mistake,’ Tom said to his son.  ‘I bet there’s a girl a block over opening a transformer.’

‘More like opening nothing at all,’ Jane muttered.  ‘Jesus, you stole a kid’s Christmas present.’

‘How was I to know it was friggin’ doll?’

‘You’re missing the point.  You left some poor kid without presents.’

‘I guess you don’t want yours, huh?’

‘I want you to take them back, you callous bastard.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of Rough Riders by Charlie Stella (Stark House, 2012)

James Singleton, living as Washington Stewart, has spent ten years in the FBI witness protection program in North Dakota.  He’s still involved in crime, though now he has the Feds to protect his back.  Wanting a new life free of his shackles he’s finally found a payday big enough to skip the country – a haul of heroin smuggled into the country through a local air force base.  In exchange for murdering the cheating wife of a crooked colonel and selling the heroin he’ll get a free air ride and half the profits.  Before he departs, however, he wants to tie up a few lose ends, including arranging the death of Eddie Senta, the man responsible for his disfigured face.  The hit goes wrong and another of Singleton’s old enemies, former NYPD Detective Alex Pavlik, is soon on his trail.  The police are also becoming concerned at the spike in the local murder rate.  Singleton remains unphased, knowing that the Feds will keep protecting him and delighting in dishing out his own version of rough justice.

One of the back cover blurbs describes Stella’s writing as a mix of Elmore Leonard and George V Higgins.  It’s a high compliment, and though not unwarranted, I think does Stella a bit of a disservice for he has a style all of his own: multiple intersecting narratives, a couple of dozen lead characters, tightly written prose and crisp, punchy dialogue, plenty of action, and a plot that rattles along like a runaway train.  It’s fair to say that there is a heck of a lot going on in the 250 pages of Rough Riders.  It’s a testimony to Stella’s writing that despite the somewhat convoluted plot that the whole thing hangs together well and that I never got lost across the various narratives and characters.  Indeed, where the story excels is with respect to the characters and their interchanges.  Stella populates the story with a whole variety of low-level criminals, cops, and civilians, each one vividly portrayed.  My only critique really is that it was a little too condensed; kind of like a six part series crammed into a movie format.  And while I sometimes conclude reviews by saying the book would make a good film, this one would make a terrific TV serial.

Review of Strange Loyalties by William McIlvanney (1991, Canongate)

After the death of his younger brother, Scott, Laidlaw decides to take a week’s break from the Glasgow police force to do a little private investigating.  Scott’s death seems like a straightforward misadventure, stepping drunkenly in front of an unsuspecting motorist.  However, Laidlaw is puzzled as to why his brother would have been so careless.  He therefore sets about trying to piece together a life that he barely knows despite being kin, though nobody else shares his desire to rake over the past.  Moreover, his new obsession is threatening his present relationship.  Nonetheless, Laidlaw has set off on a path of discovery and he’s determined to uncover the truth regardless of consequence.

Strange Loyalties is the third book in the excellent Laidlaw trilogy (you can find my reviews of the first two books here and here).  Whereas the first two are written in the third person, for this more personal outing McIlvanney swaps to a first person perspective, providing a richer perspective on the complexities and inner reflections of Laidlaw, a man driven by the need to find the truth and deliver justice, but burdened with an in-built self-destructive streak.  What separates McIlvanney’s crime fiction from most is, I think, its literary sensibilities.  While the stories are very much of the crime genre and are dark and gritty tales, they are crafted with prose and are rich in philosophical reflection.  Indeed, the central question at the heart of the tales is ‘what does this all mean?’ rather than simply ‘who did this?’  And so it is with Strange Loyalties, with Laidlaw trying to come to terms with the untimely death of his brother, picking away at questions that no-one wants answered except him.  While the telling is a little stilted at first, it soon finds its groove.  And while it is not the most cheery of tales it is compelling and haunting with Laidlaw seeking a truth that he knows he does not want to know.

Lazy Sunday Service

I've finally got round to reading a Patricia Highsmith tale: Strangers on a Train.  I haven't seen the movie either, so it will be interesting to compare at some point how Hitchcock interprets it.

My posts this week:

It’s not just you that moves on
How vulnerable are smart cities to cyberattack?
Review of A Song from Dead Lips by William Shaw
Review of The Killing of Polly Carter by Robert Thorogood
Review of Bull Mountain by Brian Panowich
Always running

Always running

‘They’re getting near, I can feel it,’ Hart said, peeping through the blinds.

‘It’s been nine years.  They’ve moved on.  You need to as well.’

‘The Mob never moves on.  They want me dead.’

‘We’re not moving you again.’

‘I’m being watched.  Two women and a man.’

‘Maybe their swingers.  Or a figment of your imagination.’

‘And maybe they’re ...’ 

Hart dashed to the bathroom.

The blast of the shotgun punched a hole in the door.  The second shot shredded the federal agent.

Hart scrambled through the window and ran for the tree line.

He knew he’d always be running.



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of A Song from Dead Lips by William Shaw (Quercus, 2013)

London, 1968, and a young woman is found dead, hidden under rubbish in an alleyway near to the studio used by the Beatles.  The locals are quick to finger a new arrival in the area, a black surgeon involved in Biafra nationalism.  Detective Sergeant Cathal Breen is assigned to the case and has little time for racist prejudices.  Breen is under a cloud having abandoned a colleague at a robbery who was subsequently stabbed.  While most of his colleagues are reluctant to invest much effort into the investigation, new recruit to WPC Helen Tozer is keen to make her mark.  As the first woman to join the CID team she’s fighting an uphill battle to gain acceptance.  Working together Breen and Tozer slowly make headway, establishing that the girl was a keen Beatles fan.  When two more people end up dead, the case steps up a gear, with Breen and Tozer racing to catch the killer before anyone else dies.

Set in London at the tail-end of the swinging sixties, A Song from Dead Lips captures not only the changes taking place at the time, but also the rump of old conservatism and everyday racism and sexism, the influence of class, and the pervasiveness of corruption within institutions.  Along with context, the key ingredients of the book are its two lead characters and their somewhat awkward relationship.  Detective Sergeant Breen is a principled outsider, the son of an Irish immigrant builder, who is marginalised within CID.  WPC Helen Tozer is an ambitious but rather naïve detective determined to break the glass ceiling.  Shaw surrounds them with a number of other well penned coppers and suspects.  The plot is a relatively straightforward police procedural, with Breen and Tozer fighting their colleagues as they struggle to solve the mystery.  The result is an engaging tale full of social and political commentary.

Review of The Killing of Polly Carter by Robert Thorogood (MIRA, 2015)

When supermodel Polly Carter plummets from the cliffs beside her home on the island of Saint Marie, DI Richard Poole is called in to investigate.  Initially the prognosis is murder, but Poole soon establishes it was murder.  The problem is that the four visitors to the house and her two staff all seemingly have alibis.  Poole and his team set about investigating the death, searching for clues that will reveal the murderer.  Providing a distraction is Poole’s mother who has abandoned her husband in England to join her son in the Caribbean.

The Killing of Polly Carter is the second novel in the Death in Paradise series, a spin-off from the television series of the same name and written by its creator.  It’s very much a modern day take on the classic country house mystery in which a quirky but brilliant detective solves a murder that’s taken place amongst a small group staying in a mansion that’s seen better days.  While the plot has most of the ingredients, it also seems a little uncooked at times.  Part of the issue, I think, is that I never really got vested in the solution or the characters.  While Richard Poole is interesting enough, there’s little backstory provided - for example, we are not told why he’s based on Saint Marie, or why he is living in a beach shack, we just know he's a blow-in from the UK.  Moreover, there’s little character development, with all but Poole being somewhat thin and insubstantial.  It’s almost as if the book is written as an instalment in the series; it’s an episode rather than a movie, with an assumption that the reader is somewhat familiar with the television series and the back plot and characters.  What we’re left with then is the plot, which is a kind of open air version of a locked room mystery in the Agatha Christie mould, with a subplot concerning Poole’s parents.  That was, for the most part, nicely done with all the characters kept in the frame up to the last few pages, though I didn’t really buy the denouement.  Overall, an enjoyable enough police procedural.

Review of Bull Mountain by Brian Panowich (2015, Head of Zeus)

The Burroughs clan own and run Bull Mountain in North Georgia as if it’s their own private state, untouched by the rule of law except their own.  From there they run a major shine, pot and meth operation and are fiercely defensive of their territory.  Clayton Burroughs is the black sheep of the family, having become sheriff for the county.  He tries to keep the peace, but when a federal agent from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms turns up threatening to close down the mountain activities for good he once again has to choose between family and law.  Clayton hopes to broker a truce with his elder brother before hundreds of officers raid the mountain, though he knows it’s an almost impossible task to shift a deeply rooted sensibility and animosity and his actions will further isolate him from his kith and kin.

In Bull Mountain, Brian Panowich tells the story of the Burroughs clan over a seventy year period, charting their various internal rivalries and rise to become a major criminal enterprise.  While most of the story focuses on the present and choice facing the black sheep of the family, Clayton Burroughs, the local sheriff, Panowich provides a multi-threaded narrative that details key events in the family’s past, thus illuminating the present.  The result is an atmospheric, somewhat dark read, told in an engaging voice.  The Burroughs clan is well drawn and there is a very strong sense of place and social relations.  In particular, Clayton is nicely penned.  I thought the first three quarters was excellent: a well-structured, evocative plot and tight prose.  However, the story seemed to derail a little towards the end and the denouement didn’t ring true to me.  Nonetheless, Bull Mountain is a great piece of country noir and I think ready made for a movie adaption.

It’s not just you that moves on

I'd been saving 'Strange Loyalties' by William McIlvanney for Christmas week as a treat to myself.  However, with his recent passing I decided to bring my reading forward a little.  What separated his writing, I think, from other crime writers was an interest in the philosophical.  He would ask 'what does this all mean' kinds of questions rather than simply 'who did this?'  Here's an example that resonates with me as a geographer.

It’s not just you that moves on.  Places move too.  You go back and you find that they are not where they were.  The streets and buildings may remain, with modifications, but they aren’t any longer the places you knew.  The looker makes the looked at and what I was seeing perhaps was a kind of absence, a self no longer there.  I had come into what I took for manhood among these parts of Ayrshire and they had meant much to me, not just as a geography but as a landscape of the heart, a quintessential Scotland where good people were my landmarks and the common currency was a mutual caring.  Why did it feel so different to me today, a little seedy and withdrawn?  Had I dreamed a place? 

Here are my reviews of Laidlaw and The Papers of Tony Veitch.  Both excellent reads.

Lazy Sunday Service

Another week of rain and flooding.  If it doesn't stop soon we'll need to build an ark.  For anyone who still doesn't believe in climate change, the worsening weather is the big empirical clue that something is going on!  On Thursday I presented my 48th and last talk of the year.  I reckon that's at least 30 too many.  I'm going to enjoy talking mostly to myself until mid-January. I'm sure I'm not the only one.


My posts this week
No longer lost in the crowd? How people’s location and movement is being tracked
Dublin as a smart city?
Review of Lennox by Craig Russell
Review of Future Crimes by Marc Goodman
Was different time

Was different time

‘When I was seven the summer seemed to last half a lifetime.’  George placed his pint on the counter.  ‘And there was sun.  Now they just seem to zip by in endless showers.’

‘It was a different time.  Was different time.  A year when you were seven was a seventh of your life, the first four of which you barely remembered.  A year now is a seventieth.  Of course, a few months seemed like forever.’

‘You’re saying that time is relative?’

‘I could be, aye.’

A bell rang.  ‘Time please, Gentleman!  And ladies.’

‘It soon will be.  Time, that is.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of Lennox by Craig Russell (2009, Quercus)

Rather than heading back to Canada after being demobbed, Lennox settles in Glasgow, creating a role for himself within the underworld as a private investigator.  In the spring of 1953 one of the McGahern twins, a pair of vicious gangsters, is murdered.  The second twin wants Lennox to find his brother’s killer, but shortly after he’s also found dead.  The three kings, the crime bosses who run the city’s three main gangs, want the killers found.  The police think Lennox is a likely suspect.  A little probing reveals that there is far more to the  deaths of the twins than first meets the eye.  It seems that a fourth criminal gang is operating in the city and they’re well organized.  Moreover, they’re leaving a trail of bodies in their wake, erasing possible leads before Lennox gets a chance to talk to them.  With the police turning the heat up against the three kings and Lennox, he tries to keep one step ahead of the law and to run down the McGahern’s killers.

Lennox is a gritty PI tale set in Glasgow not long after the end of the Second World War.  Naturally cynical, hardened by the war and tenacious, Lennox is well able to look after himself on the tough streets of the Scottish city, offering services to shady characters, including the three kings, the rival leaders of the main three gangs.  Russell tells the tale of Lennox’s attempt to solve the murders of the McGahern twins in a first person voice that is genuinely engaging and brings 1950s Glasgow to life.  Moreover, the plot rattles along a jaunty pace, with plenty of action, tension, and twists and turns.  The story is all a little far-fetched, especially the denouement, but it little matters as it’s a rip-roaring read.  Overall, an entertaining tale that introduces a tough-guy, wise-cracking PI who has some depth and substance.

Review of Future Crimes by Marc Goodman (2015, Bantam Press)

In Future Crimes Marc Goodman details the dark side of the Internet and networked technologies and the various ways in which they are open to cyberattack and illicit activity.  Drawing on his experience working with LAPD, FBI, Interpol and others, he documents a whole series of real world cases of systems being hacked, data stolen, and software infected with viruses and malware, and all kinds of scams and illegal trading.  The whole book is something of an uncomfortable read given all the vulnerabilities exposed.  While fascinating, the narrative would have been greatly aided by a really good edit: there is a fair amount of repetition, points are over-laboured, the structure seems a little haphazard, and the discussion is often overly descriptive rather than explanatory.  Overall, a somewhat scary read that’ll make you rethink your own online security and behaviour.

Lazy Sunday Service

After a slow month of reading in November, I'm gradually getting in the groove again now that a report I was writing has been submitted.  I finished 'Lennox' by Craig Russell on Friday - a gritty PI tale set in 1950s Glasgow - and I'm most of the way through Brian Panowich's excellent country noir, 'Bull Mountain'.  Reviews soon.

My posts this week

November reads
Review of The Instant Enemy by Ross Macdonald
Swept out to sea

Swept out to sea

The front door bashed open.  ‘Dad!’

‘Where the hell have you been?’ Nathan asked, stepping into the hallway.

‘It’s Ryan,’ Katie said, soaked from head to toe.  ‘A wave took him.’

‘A wave?  What …’

‘We were taking photos of the storm.  He was trying to get closer to the sea.  One second he was there, then …’

‘Where?’

‘By the old lifeboat station.’

‘Ring the police. Then stay here.’  Nathan bolted into the rain and wind.

The sea was a boiling mass of white froth.

‘Ryan!’ Nathan clung onto the railings as an enormous wave crashed over the promenade.



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of The Instant Enemy by Ross Macdonald (Wm Collins, 1968)

The Sebastian’s have hired P.I. Lew Archer to find their missing teenage daughter, Sandy.  Archer quickly establishes that Sandy has run away with her imbalanced and wayward boyfriend, Davy.  He tracks them down to Davy's apartment, but Sandy refuses to return home.  Shortly after the apartment manager is dead and the two runaways have kidnapped a wealthy businessman at gunpoint.  Archer sets off in pursuit, discovering a rival hunter in the form of a retired cop.  The case seems to be linked to the death of a hobo under the wheels of a freight train, but every time Archer seems to get a handle on what is happening, a new twist emerges.  Moreover, few people seem willing to help him in his quest to track down his quarry.

The Instant Enemy has a little bit of everything going on in it – blackmail, murder, exploitation, deception, kidnap – yet it’s told in a measured, realistic way without descending into a breathlessly thriller.  Indeed, Macdonald’s functional, sparse and clean but engaging prose adds heft to the storytelling – there’s barely a sentence that doesn’t move the story forward.  The real delights of the story though are the pragmatic, no-nonsense and tenacious Lew Archer, an L.A. based P.I., and the convoluted storyline that has more twists than a slinky.  The result is that sometimes it's a little tricky to follow the plot and re-align mentally how the characters and actions inter-relate as each twist occurs.  Nonetheless, it's a superior P.I. tale that gets better and better as it progresses.

November reads

November proved to be a slow month of reading.  In fact, I think I posted the fewest number of reviews in a single month since starting the blog in 2009.  Even if I'd read a dozen books I suspect that 'The Long-Legged Fly' by James Sallis would have been my read of the month.

Concrete Angel by Patricia Abbott ****
T-Force by Sean Longden ***.5
Winter War by William Trotter ****.5
The Long-Legged Fly by James Sallis *****

Lazy Sunday Service

On Thursday and Friday I attended a workshop at Windsor Castle, getting to stay the night inside the castle walls in St Georges House.  The house is connected to the chapel in which ten British monarchs are laid to rest.  The workshop was held in an Elizabethan banqueting hall in which Shakespeare had one of his plays acted for the queen.  A very interesting space and probably the first and last time I get to stay in a royal residence. 

My posts this week:
Her head had no room
Review of Concrete Angel by Patricia Abbott

Her head had no room

Jones stared at the pale figure and twisted sheets.

‘She can’t be more than eighteen.  A bottle of vodka and fifty paracetamol.  Jesus.’

‘Boss.  You need to see this.’

‘What is it, sergeant?’ 

‘A checked list.  Is she weird?  Is she white?  Is she promised to the night?  And her head has no room?  They’re lyrics from a Pixies song.’

‘You’re telling me she killed herself because of a Pixies song?’

‘No, because her head had no room.  It was all too much for her.’

‘There’re better ways to empty a head.  Though it requires a different type of pixie.’




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of Concrete Angel by Patricia Abbott (Polis Books, 2015)

Eve Moran has a pathological need to take things without paying for them, then to hoard her collection.  Her target is usually cheap trinkets, knick-knacks and clothes – things that people will either not miss or won’t care about if they disappear.  From an early age, she relies on her own charisma, lies, and the efforts of others to evade serious punishment.  Nevertheless, she spends time in an institution to cure her of her compulsions and serves a little jail time.  Her daughter, Christine, learns that the way to her mother’s affection is to help her in her schemes, scams and swindles.  However, as she grows older she comes to resent her mother’s manipulative nature and eventually starts to resist when it’s clear that Eve is using her young son in one of her crimes.

Concrete Angel is marketed as ‘domestic suspense’ and that seems an apt label.  The story follows the life of Eve Moran, a compulsive petty thief and hoarder, from her adolescence in the 1950s to middle age, and her various trials and tribulations in and around Philadelphia.  In particular, it focuses on her strained relationship with her family, her husband and various lovers, and her daughter, Christine.  The latter slowly transforms from willing pawn and accomplice to resentful teenager, the change starting after she takes the rap for a murder her mother committed.  When Eve starts to use her young son in her crimes, Christine decides it’s time to try and end her mother’s behaviour.  The novel then is a relatively unusual for a crime novel given its extended timeline and its detailed character study.  Over the course of the story one really gets to know Eve and her family and their unfolding relationships.  The tale has plenty of drama, with an endless stream of crimes and scams, from shoplifting to murder.  Abbott, however, rather centring the plot on them, makes these a part of the everyday theatre of Eve and Christine’s lives.  The only bit that didn’t ring quite true to me was the ending, which felt a little underplayed.  Overall, an interesting tale told in an engaging voice.

Lazy Sunday Service

I have a feeling this might be the longest gap between reviews since I began the blog.  Slowly getting back on track.  I've just started by first Lew Archer book by Ross Macdonald, The Instant Enemy.  The setup is fairly straightforward - parents wanting their daughter, who's run-off with a man found - but I suspect they'll be more to it than that.

My posts this week:
Swatted

Swatted

‘Police!  You’re surrounded!  Come out with your hands on your head!’

‘What the fuck?’ Reggie glanced at the window and the strobe of red and blue lights.

‘If you’re not out in thirty seconds, we’re coming in.’

Reggie opened the front door to find half a SWAT team pointing guns at him.

‘Get down on the ground!’

Two cops bundled past him.

‘Where’s the woman?’

‘What woman?’

‘We got a 911.  A violent assault.  Possible homicide.’

‘There ain’t no woman.’

‘Down!  Now!’ 

‘I bet it’s those Callaghan kids again.  Last week it was pest control.  Week before a dozen pizzas.’




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Lazy Sunday Service

I'm taking a mini unscheduled break from crime fiction at the minute.  My last two reviews were both history books.  The one I'm currently reading is Future Crimes by Marc Goodman, which is a thoroughly unsettling book about cybercrime and cyberattacks.  I'm preparing a report on the privacy and security implications of smart cities and I have a bunch of related books on my TBR.  My plan is to slot some fiction reading in between the work-related reads, but I'm up against a deadline so we'll see how I get on.

My posts this week:
Review of The Winter War by William Trotter
Review of T-Force by Sean Longden
Caught in a trap

Caught in a trap

‘All I want to do is leave.’

‘And you can, Karen, once we think you’re well enough.’

‘When will that be?’

‘When we believe that you won’t self-harm.’

‘And how’re you judging that?  According to you, there’s always a risk I’ll do it again.’

‘There is, but we can minimize any attempt by ensuring that you leave in a good state of mind and with proper supports in place.’

‘And I’m not in a good state of mind now?’

‘You still have strong mood swings.’

‘You would too!  Locked up in here knowing the only way out is through self-harm.’



 A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of T-Force by Sean Longden (Constable, 2010)

In T-Force Sean Longden tells the story of the Allied forces strategy for capturing intelligence as field troops advanced.  Conceived by Ian Fleming (author of the James Bond books, which it is argued in the book were modelled on some of the exploits of T-Force and its personnel) in his role with the Admirality, the force was initially formed as an elite group who would advance with, or often in front of, frontline troops, with a roving brief to capture and secure key targets and to ship out key intelligence documents.  The force first served in North Africa and Italy as small, mobile elite.  It’s role from D-Day on however was much expanded, with it being staff by regular troops who were often rotated out of frontline duties.  They still advanced with the battles and had license to roam from target to target, but their focus shifted to include military and industrial research, and to determine how much of this had been shared with the Japanese.  In particular, as the Allies entered Germany, the Allies rushed to secure key facilities and their secrets.  In the last days of the war this included trying to secure key locations such Kiel, a key German navy base and maritime research centre, ahead of the Russians.  In the months after surrender, T-Force raced to capture industrial and military materials and scientific personnel, in part for war repatriations, to gain key knowledge, and to stop the Russians gathering up key researchers.  In many cases this involved trips into Russian occupied areas to snatch scientists and their families.  This work continued for a couple of years before being wound down.

As Longden argues T-Forces role and its valuable work has been mostly airbrushed from history, in part because a lot of its work was classified (and some still remains so), in part because the force was quite internally fractured.  In the few accounts that do discuss its work, there is a lot of misconception and misreporting.  His aim then was to provide a more thorough and overarching history of T-Force, drawing on archival sources and interviews with a handful of remaining personnel.  The result is a fascinating tale, that is a little uneven in its treatment, is often quite sketchy, and overly relies on personal testimony from a small group.  It also suffers from some repetition and in the conclusion in particular speculation.  Nonetheless, the book provides a good overview of T-Force, especially in the immediate post-war era, and Longden fulfils his aim. 

Review of Winter War by William Trotter (1991 [2013, Aurum Press])

As Europe heads towards war in 1939 the Soviet Union demands large swathes of land from its neighbour Finland in order to extend its borders.  The Finns refuse to yield to the threats, despite its small population size and limited military and arsenal.  Stalin, used to getting what he wants, backs the Finns into a corner with an ultimatum: the land or war.  The Finns try to find a diplomatic solution, the Allies make supportive noises but are really trying to leverage the situation to their own ends, and the Soviets amass a huge army along the border.  On November 30th, the Soviets storm across the border, notionally responding to Finnish provocation.  They are met by stubborn and well organized resistance.  Despite having massive numerical advantage and superior weapons, the Russians make limited gains and the war quickly turns into attrition on one front, and defensive strong points and willo-the-wisp counter-attacks on the others.  Expecting a quick victory, the Russian soldiers are mostly conscripts who are not equipped for winter fighting, led by officers whose tactics are limited.  The Finns in contrast use the landscape and weather to their advantage, are well motivated, and are led by officers with tactical nous.  And while the Finns suffer large losses and slowly lose ground, they win the majority of encounters and the Soviets losses are enormous.  One hundred days later, the Finns sue for peace, ceding land to the Soviets but the majority of the country remaining free, unlike many other countries in Europe.

William Trotter’s book provides a detailed and engaging account of the Winter War.  It is well written and structured, providing good contextualisation as to the path to war, the roles of key actors and events, detailed accounts of the various battles and how they fitted into the wider war, and gives a good overview from both Finnish and Soviet perspectives.  Personally, I would have liked a bit more information about post-conflict events, especially the subsequent war with the Soviets 18 months later and the final resolution at the Second World War’s end.  Nonetheless, a very readable and informative account of the Winter War.

Lazy Sunday Service

Two weeks ago I got invites to give talks in Moscow/St Petersburg, Singapore, London and Lancaster. Last week has been invites to Shanghai and Barcelona. I've said yes to Moscow/St Petersburg, no to London, Lancaster and Barcelona (they clash with other ones I've already agreed to do), and am mulling over Singapore (June) and Shanghai (Sept).  On the plus side I'd get to look around both cities.  On the negative side, they'll take up a week each, with 13 hour return flights, and all for giving a single 30-45 minute talk at events I probably wouldn't go to otherwise.  And I'm trying to cut back on talks, having given around 40 so far this year. A very privileged kind of problem, I know. Hmmm.

My posts this week
October reads
Review of The Long-Legged Fly by James Sallis
Flash mob robbery

Flash mob robbery

The guard slid out of the bank truck clutching two bags. Moments later he was rubbing eyes full of pepper spray.

A passerby called 911:  ‘He was a construction guy.  Hard hat, high-vis vest, tool-bag.’

Two blocks away a siren whooped into life.

The police car skidded to a halt.

‘Drop the bag and put your hands on your head!’

The construction worker complied.  ‘Hey man, I’m just here for the job.  We all are.’

The cop noticed the other workers milling nearby.

‘Bay and First, 11 o’clock.  Bring your own tools; double pay.’

‘Fucking flash mob,’ Officer Murphy muttered.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of The Long-Legged Fly by James Sallis (1996, No Exit Press)

Perpetually haunted by his race and his own failures, Lew Griffin drifts from one case to the next, and from one bar to another, working as a private detective in New Orleans.  In most crime novels the hook is the solving the crime.  Sallis takes a different route, focusing instead on Griffin and the everyday lives of those a crime effects.  In The Long-Legged Fly he provides a glimpse into the long arc of Griffin’s life by charting four cases set in 1964, 1970, 1984 and 1990.  The result is a wonderfully emotive tale underpinned by strong character development and observational philosophy.  Sallis’ narrative subtly explores race and gender in the Deep South, and reflects on the intricate webs of social and political relations and histories people are bound up in.  While each of the four cases is engaging, it is Griffin’s story and his relationships with his clients, women and a local policeman that fascinates.  Sallis revels in the question ‘what does this all mean?’, with Griffin looking for answers on the street and the bottom of a glass.  Moreover, his prose is a joy to read.  I loved the book from start to finish.

October reads

A mixed month of reading.  My standout read was Luke McCallin's The Pale House set in Sarajevo during the Second World War.

The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley by Jeremy Massey ***
Stasi Child by David Young ****
The Monuments Men by Robert Edsel ***
Sign of the Cross by Anne Emery ***
Lunenburg by Keith Baker **.5
The Pale House by Luke McCallin *****
Blizzard of Glass by Sally M Walker ***
The Girl in Berlin by Elizabeth Wilson ***
Dragnet Nation by Julia Angwin ****

Lazy Sunday Service

Last week proved busy.  My computer died on Monday.  The motherboard is fried, apparently. Thankfully I had backed it up on Friday.  I still managed to lose a whole day to messing about trying to fix it and borrow a machine, however.  Then on Thursday I presented three talks.  The first was in a church (the second time in two weeks I've given a talk in a church) for the National College of Art and Design. Then to Google HQ to present to the CEOs of EU capital cities, then a talk via Skype to Seattle. Three is definitely limit of talks to do in a day.

My posts this week
Review of The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley by Jeremy Massey ***
September reviews
She looked like Barbara Stanwyck in Double Indemnity

She looked like Barbara Stanwyck in Double Indemnity

She looked like Barbara Stanwyck in Double Indemnity, with the personality and scheming to match. Carl Hudson was snared the minute he walked into the bar. Several beers and whiskey’s later he was captivated, seduced by sultry eyes, musky perfume, and risque small talk. Three weeks on and he’d lost all sense of reason, luring her husband to an isolated spot and smashing a claw hammer into his skull; burying the body in a shallow grave. Hours later he’d been re-cast as an obsessed stalker, bundled into a police car as Barbara cried crocodile tears on the sheriff’s shoulder.



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of The Last Four Days of Paddy Buckley by Jeremy Massey (2015, Riverhead Books)

Paddy Buckley has followed in his father’s footsteps and works in the funeral trade in Dublin.  Still mourning the death two year’s previously of his pregnant wife he’s been moving through life in somewhat of a daze.  Then on a single day his world is turned on its head once more.  First, he ends up in bed with an attractive grieving widow, who then promptly drops dead.  Then he meets her beautiful daughter and once again loses his heart.  Then he ploughs into and kills the brother of Vincent Cullen, head of one of Dublin’s most ruthless criminal gangs.  Realising who the victim is, he speeds off into the night.  The next morning he’s assigned the job of organizing Donal Cullen’s funeral.  It’s bad enough that he’s having to look after the funeral of a woman who died in his arms, but now he’s surrounded by thugs who are actively searching for him.  With a bit of luck he’ll manage to pull through, but with his present run of luck that seems doubtful.

In this debut novel, Jeremy Massey tells a farce about an undertaker who has the task of arranging two funerals for people whom he has accidentally killed.  Beyond what the law might think, the catch with one is that he is falling in love with the victim’s daughter, the catch with the other is that the victim is the brother of the head of a major Dublin criminal gang.  Just as Paddy Buckley is given the hope of a new relationship after mourning the death of this pregnant wife, the ground is pulled from under him and it looks like it might be a struggle to survive the week.  The tale is quite nicely told, with Massey carefully arranging the setup, and then spinning out the aftermath as Buckley tries to manage the fallout.  However, while it’s entertaining enough, the plotting felt a little over-contrived, the telling felt a little flat, lacking both tension and humour, and I didn’t really connect with the Buckley as a character.  That’s not to say that I didn’t like the book, just that I wasn’t bowled over by it.  Overall, a story with a really great hook that didn’t quite live up to its promise, but nonetheless was an interesting read.

September reviews

Having failed to summarize the reviews for August until mid-September, I've managed to do the same for my September reviews.  My read of the month for September was William Gibson's The Peripheral, which took a bit of work to read myself into, but was worth the effort.


Natural Causes by James Oswald ****
Rome ’44: The Battle for the Eternal City by Raleigh Trevelyan ***.5
The Peripheral by William Gibson *****
Black Bear by Aly Monroe ***.5
Mangrove Squeeze by Laurence Shames ****
Unholy Ground by John Brady ****.5
The Exterminators by Bill Fitzhugh ****

Lazy Sunday Service

It took a long time to be delivered to my local bookshop, but I now have my hands on a copy of Patti Abbott's Concrete Angel.  I'm looking forward to reading this one having enjoyed Home Invasion.


My posts this week:
Review of Stasi Child by David Young
Review of The Monuments Men by Robert Edsel

It was that time of the night

It was that time of the night

It was that time of the night.  When witches appear as angels and men boast of conquests on the pitch or in bed.  McBride tipped back the whiskey, slid off the bar stool, and weaved his way to the door, squeezing past angels squeezed into dresses one or two sizes too small.  He bid farewell to the bouncers and lurched into the humid night.  A car slowed, it occupants hollered abuse, then sped away.  A throaty voice enticed from the shadows.  Two men stepped onto the pavement blocking his path. McBride clenched his fists and gladly stepped into the violence.



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Review of Stasi Child by David Young (twenty7, 2015)

East Berlin, 1974.  Oberleutnant Karin Müller is a detective in the murder squad of the GDR national police. Her marriage is disintegrating and she’s haunted by memories of being raped and the subsequent botched abortion.  When she’s ordered to investigate the death of a teenage girl found near to the Berlin Wall, she knows she’s heading into trouble.  The girl has been recently sexually assaulted, appears to have been escaping from the West to the East, and a high ranking Stasi detective is calling the shots.  He wants her to discover the girl’s identity, but not her killer.  In practice, investigating one means also trying to identify the other.  As she tries to determine who the girl might be it becomes obvious that others would prefer her to make little progress.  In a country where it’s not clear who’s a state agent and a wrong move can make you an enemy of the state, Müller tries to steer a course through murky waters, determined to solve the case and stay alive.

Stasi Child captures well the paranoia, fear and complex power games of the GDR, conveying the sense that even those working in the police and security services, who were most able to abuse their positions, were fearful of how the system could eat its own.  Young illustrates this by entwining two parallel storylines: the first told in the third tense and is set in the present follows Oberleutnant Karin Müller, a young detective who despite her own woes still believes in the ideals of the GDR, who is ordered by the Stasi to identify a teenager whose murder has been staged to look like she was killed trying to flee from the West; the second, told in the first person and set some months earlier charts the harsh regime suffered by Irma Behrendt in a youth detention centre.  Both characters and storylines are compelling, though I initially struggled with the first person tense of the latter.  The tale is atmospheric and plot intriguing.  However, its realism started to waiver as it built towards its denouement, which felt overplayed; both in terms of the wrap-up, but also in the personal ties between the threads -- and the carefully layered police procedural gave way to a thriller.  The final scenes, however, pack a powerful punch.

Review of The Monuments Men by Robert Edsel (Center Street, 2009)

As America enters the war after Pearl Harbour leading member of its GLAM (Galleries, Libraries, Archives and Museums) community become fearful for the safety of the nation’s art treasures.  They move towards putting in place a strategy for protecting them, in the process turning their attention to art works already in the line of fire in Europe.  The result is the MFAA (Monuments, Fine Arts, and Archives) program consisting of a small group of archivist and curators, art restorers and historians, and architects who would advance with the Allied forces and try and protect a list of key buildings and art works and unearth the location of stolen pieces of art, which were looted wholesale by the Nazis and transported to Germany and Austria.  The Monuments Men tells their story, charting their journeys, battles (both with their own bureaucracies and commanders and in the field) and discoveries up to shortly after the war. 

To try and provide an accessible narrative, Edsel drifts towards a fictional-style telling, and concentrates on a handful of leading characters.  This does make the account relatively straightforward to follow, although because he keeps the timeline linear the narrative jumps around between threads quite a bit.  It also centres the story on a small number of people and decontextualizes it somewhat from the wider story of art plundering during the war and its recovery and its restitution after the war.  This was clearly Edsel’s intention, to focus specifically on the MFAA and the men he casts as heroes in their efforts to save and return priceless art (and initially they were just a handful of men).  And they certainly were dedicated, brave and tenacious.  Personally, though, I would have liked the story to have a bit more depth with respect to the MFAA beyond the personal narratives and to have been set in the wider context, especially the Nazi efforts to plunder and hide materials, and the various networks and intermediaries involved.  The book could have also been improved by removing the unnecessary repetition.  Overall, an interesting account of a little known Allied endeavour.