"For Books are not absolutely dead things, but doe contain a potencie of life in them to be as active as that soule was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a violl the purest efficacie and extraction of that living intellect that bred them." - John Milton
Sunday, 24 January 2016
Mark Sanderson - Snow Hill
Rating: 2/5
Review:
Very disappointing
This book has an excellent opening, a short extract from the main character's diary: "I went to my funeral this morning. I expected more people to be there..." The remainder of the book is narrated in the third person and I am sorry to say that I found it dull, badly written and a real struggle to get through.
It's a good idea for a story: set in 1936 it features a young reporter looking into murder and its connections to police corruption and homosexuality (illegal then, of course). The trouble is that it is so badly told. For example, at the outset we are clumsily introduced to a cast of deeply unconvincing, stereotypical characters: the boozy journalist, the bullying boss, the troubled PC with a heart of gold, and so on. One is a posh bloke who is a rival reporter to the main protagonist who "tosses his flowing, chestnut locks." Lazy cliché mars the whole book - later someone is actually dragged somewhere "kicking and screaming" - and the prose is dreadfully clunky and downright inappropriate in places. There are irrelevant and tedious reminiscences about childhood scenes which add nothing and slow down an already sluggish narrative, apparently inserted to show how much research the author has done.
Characters do implausible things for the flimsiest of reasons, often putting themselves in danger for the sole purpose of setting up a predictable "tense" situation. For example, the protagonist goes to meet his only informant in a dodgy alley at 3.30am. No-one is in the alley when he gets there, but he spots a large, deserted cold-store building with its doors closed but unlocked. He knows people want to silence him, and anyone with a grain of sense would get away from there as fast as possible. I wouldn't dream of giving away plot details, but you may find yourself able to guess what he actually does, what he finds and what happens to him after he's found it.
I could go on, but I'm sure you get my drift. I didn't like the book at all and often found myself muttering "oh, for heaven's sake" out of sheer irritation. Other reviewers have clearly enjoyed this book and you should read their reviews before being put off by mine - tastes vary, after all. Apparently it's the first of a trilogy but I certainly shan't be bothering with the next two.
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