A book whose provenance I don’t know; must have been my father’s if the marginal jottings are in his handwriting.
Not unlike a Rebus book; central figure is a Glasgow detective who takes time off to try to understand his brother’s suicidal death. Plot pretty convoluted as he travels around meeting various friends and relatives. Reason for brother’s suicide eventually revealed as drunken student episode that went wrong and involved an accidental death and lifelong guilt about this.
Annoyingly this was all bolted on to the police procedural aspects of the book, which struck me as a bit schizophrenic – one good plot line would have done me.
Author quite well known and also poet, but this didn’t do a lot for me.
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