As Banks says at some point, the title ruins a [reasonably] good Grateful Dead song. The one (which I have read several times before) where:
A young girl is murdered in the ‘ginnels’ (is that the word?) of Eastvale
The wife of the Fred West lookalike in a previous novel has her throat cut while sitting in a wheelchair near the Scarborough cliffs and
The 40 year old Annie Cabbot has a fling with a 20 year old night club pickup and regrets it.
So, another good P Robinson – I think his writing has got a bit tired and repetitive recently but the middle chronological phase of the Banks novels, of which this is one, are very good.
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