This somewhat overused format is given fresh life by the London patois and the wise-cracking, although too many of the expressions are explained. And there is a brilliant angry dad who sounds like Alf Garnett: "'Wot's got into you woman?' roared the old man." The dialogue is written in right cockney innit innit.
It did remind me slightly of the Saint books. I think it was trying to be Raymond Chandler.
This is the middle Hazell book. It was preceded by Hazell plays Solomon and succeeded by Hazell and the Menacing Jester.
There were some great expressions:
- "It was one of those damp February afternoons when the sky is like dirty dishwater and the brick walls are sweating old grease." (p 5)
- "A conga line of chanting Hare Krishners was jigging happily along the northside kerb." (p 5)
- "A mournful stare that made your average bloodhound seem like Woody Woodpecker." (p 5)
- "right under the useless empty road under the useless empty skyscraper" (p 5)
- "I'm like the weather forecast, only bright in patches." (p 30)
- "One sniff of bother and they're off quicker than a bride's nightie" (p 44)
- "the flash of blue fivers brought the sheep to the barbers" (p 60)
- "For some reason [at night] things stand out better in peripheral vision." (p 71)
A fun comedy thriller. April 2017; 204 pages