Well, what can I say? A detective novel with no plot, no suspects but plenty of crimes. There is no story – it is about two detectives: Hawthorn, the introspective one and Child, the extrovert. Beyond that, this novel delightfully disconcerts the reader, who is naturally looking for a developing story with a beginning, a middle and a (hopefully ) satisfying conclusion. This does not happen. Instead one is presented with a series of intense insights into what any one of the characters may be thinking about any subject at any one time, with the added confusion of who `s thoughts they are and what time-scale they are in. It reminds me of Samuel Beckett`s “Waiting for Godot” and would, indeed, make a superb theatrical production.
It is very thought-provoking book, keeping the reader avid to know more and gratifying nothing. I was beguiled by the style and the perceptions express by the author. It is a book that needs to be read at least twice, as there is a new twist each time you read it. I will look forward to reading it again and experience the pathos and the humour. Highly recommended.Reviewed by Liz.