Christopher Brookmyre is my favorite crime writer now writing and the three book de Xavia series, of which this book is the second, is terrific. All three of them are totally engaging, with well-crafted characters, clever plots and wonderful writing.
I only made it half way through. It was a computer generated recommendation. This writer has talent but he is in the mold of Brits who insist on the unnecessary inclusion of coarse, crude profanity and bodily functions at every opportunity. His oral sex references simply wore me out.
If you like Brit humor and ugly people in full frontal nudity this is for you. As for me, there are better books to read.
Sorry, but I had to abandon this story. Never have I encountered so little meaning expressed in so many words. I tried to follow where the story would lead to..... but it dithered here and there, poked around in some obscure, utterly meaningless details....
Once upon a time, I was having a pint of IPA with a professor of law, who also happened to have served as a QC and a judge before he retired. As both of us were avid fans of the crime fiction genre, I mentioned to him that I was beginning to run out of authors I really took to: having worked my way through from Raymond Chandler to James Ellroy, Henning Mankell and all points inbetween and beyond, so, could he recommend anyone to me? He promptly suggested Christopher Brookmyre, but qualified this by saying that 'You might find his imagination a tad twisted, but after what I've had to listen to in my time, Brookmyre sounds disturbingly normal.' Undeterred, I immediately purchased Brookmyre's first novel: 'Quite Ugly One Morning' and fell off my chair in a fit of laughter at the end of the first sentence! Maybe it's something about having been a resident of Glasgow that sends the synapses sparking in all sorts of contorted and deranged directions, but, Brookmyre's imagery, ingenuity, insight and acuity are second to none. Furthermore, you must pay attention to the detail. Basically, he has three threads to his works. The first follows the ludicrous, almost infantile but utterly hilarious, adventures of Jack Parlabane. The second: the heroic struggle of a Catholic Rangers supporting copper called Angelique de Xavier, in love with a quite magical bank robber, against the evil, thoroughly evil, machinations of an almost reasonable maniac called Simon Darcourt. Then, finally, the really serious stuff in his trilogy covering the accidental private investigator Jasmine Sharp in her random quest to find out where she came from, with a bit of assistance from a Fallen Angel. Brookmyre is nothing short of brilliant, especially with his Jasmine Sharp trilogy (which really ought to be read in sequence to get the full gist. 1:'Where the Bodies are Buried', 2: When the Devil Drives', and, best of all, 3: 'Flesh Wounds' - 'wounds' as a verb not a noun). He is also the kind of individual who wears his politics up, down and all around his sleeves. Miss him at your peril.