Fiction – January 2020

You can tell I’ve been on holiday. There’s a lot of reading here. (Probably some of these belong with December’s reading, but at least I remembered to review them.)

Part of my Connelly reread. This one involves a dead body found in the trunk of a car. Bosch sorts it out, but not without some more danger, some twists, and the usual inter office politics. Great stuff.

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Love Like Blood –

Tom Thorne may be a retired detective, but the author clearly cannot let go of the character, so once again he pops up in an unofficial capacity, becoming central to the story. In this case, matters start with the murder of Detective Inspector Nicola Tanner’s partner, in what seems to have been an attack meant to silence Tanner, working on several ‘honor’ killings. Tanner is taken out of the firing line, but she is not convinced anyone will do enough to find the killer, and she persuades Thorne to get involved. From this point on, the roller coaster ride begins.

Thorne and Tanner are comprehensive and believable characters, and their interaction and involvement are key to the success of the novel. However, the supporting cast are not always mere fillers, and the overall impression is of a well constructed, realistic, gritty crime novel. In other words, a damn fine read.

The honor killing part is handled without sensationalizing this difficult cultural issue. I did, however, think there was a degree of political correctness on show with the attempt at evenhandedly apportioning the sources of such crimes across multiple religions. That was the only very minor criticism I would make.

It’s best to read the Thorne books in order, but if you prefer just to dive in here, you will not lessen the enjoyment too much. It is a solid standalone tale.

Die of Shame – Mark Billingham

This is a crime novel which features a therapist (Tony De Silva) and the attendees of his Monday night session. These people – all on the road to recovery from one sort of addiction or another – share their feelings and their secrets, guided by De Silva like some form of shepherd with a wayward flock. One of them is murdered, and so far as the police are concerned, it’s obvious that another member of the group must be the killer. But who?

I found this a little underwhelming. First, the police investigation is almost on the periphery. Instead, up front and center stage are the group members. Second, there are pages of dialogue and description covering several therapy sessions. It’s realistic, believable, and also numbing. It went on for too long, and I lost any empathy for the characters. That lasted until the mystery was solved, but by then it was time for the book to end.


There’s a bit of a recovery in the closing pages when the author introduces one of his regular police characters, and not so subtly leaves the reader wanting more.

Overall, I was disappointed. It’s well written, clearly been fully researched, and seems grounded in reality. But it largely bored the socks off me, and so I can only say it was OK.



Time of Death – Mark Billingham


This is the latest in the author’s series of crime books featuring detective Tom Thorne, a character who lives up to his surname by being a grumpy, bristly, crabbit chap. Definitely a beiever in the cup being half empty. But, despite that – you will not be surprised to know – he is a highly successful detective. I read the first couple of books (at least) in the series, but somewhere along the line, I lost touch and have missed quite a few. This was a chance to look again at the character.

The highlight of the book – the part the Guardian cover quote refers to as ‘ingenious’ – would be too much of a spoiler to disclose. However, what I can say is that this is like a classic whodunnit puzzle, with an added twist of howdunnit. The crimes involved are horrific: the kidnapping and total disappearance of two young girls in the Warwickshire village of Polesford. ┬áBut the police have a suspect, and although he is saying nothing, the evidence is slowly accumulating towards a hefty suspicion of guilt.

The other twist, of sorts, is that this is not Thorne’s case. he is only on site because his current partner (policewoman Helen Weeks), was a school friend of the wife of the main suspect in the case. They were on holiday, and detoured to Polesford so that Helen can give her friend some badly needed support. Of course, it is inevitable that Thorne sticks his oar in.

With the scene well set, the author tells a well constructed tale, and keeps the tension going right up to the end. There’s a bit of a cheap shot, when Helen’s encounter with one character is a strangely unsubtle attempt to make the reader think that person is the killer. That apart, the other noticeable intervention is when Thorne’s friend Hendricks, the forensic scientist, also takes some holiday time so as to come to Polesford and join in the adventure. That character does give the book a bit of a boost just as the narrative was threatening to fade, so is welcome if somewhat implausible.

Helen Weeks’ relationship with the suspect’s wife is a standout; it’s well constructed, believable, and thoughtful. There’s all sorts of decent observation built into that aspect of the book.

Overall it was a good read, even if I wasn’t 100% persuaded by the veracity of the situation with Thorne’s indirect involvement, instead of leading the investigation in his own patch. It was certainly good enough for me to want to go back and catch up on the others in the series that I have missed.