Monday, November 7, 2011

Review of The Somme Stations by Andrew Martin (Faber, 2011)

Jim Stringer is a railway detective working out of York station. Not long after the First World War is declared the drive is on to encourage men to conscript. One means to entice men to join up was the formation of 'Pals' battalions made up of men from the same village or company. Stringer signs up for the North Eastern Railway Battalion, 'The Railway Pals', and is shipped off to Hull for basic training. Given his police background the army want him to join the military police, but Stringer refuses, wanting to stay with his colleagues. The result is despite his age and social standing he enters the army on the lowest rung and seems destined to stay there. Whilst on Spurn Head in the Humber estuary one of his group is found dead one morning. The military police are drafted in and suspect foul play. The Pals head to France, the military police trailing after them. They are immediately transported to the front to work on digging trenches ahead of the Somme battle. They take part in the first days of the Somme action and are then transferred to laying the track and running miniature trains that transport ammunition to the frontline at night and often under fire. One by one a number of Stringer's group are killed, some seemingly at the hands of the pals. As Stringer tries to piece together who the killer is, the military police become more and more convinced that it is him.

The Somme Stations is the seventh Jim Stringer railway detective series and the first I've read. It can certainly be read as a standalone. The strength of the book is in placing the reader in the lives of a small group of men as they go through their training and onwards to the frontline, and the historical detail concerning the use of miniature railway system to transport ammunition and supplies along the front. The lead character is rather unassuming character and relatively uncharismatic, which I found a somewhat welcome change to some detective series. He is surrounded by a motley crew of characters that are well penned. Where I had problems was with respect to the plot. The book has a ponderous start and a weak end. In fact, with the exception of the time on Spurn Head, the time in Blighty (the beginning and end) felt flat and listless. The ending in particular didn't work for me. At one point, one of the characters said something like, 'You worked it out from that?', pretty much as I was thinking the same thing. The mystery element relies on unlikely coincidences, an unlikely confession in terms of location (where an entire carriage of men can potentially overhear), and leaps of imagination, and it's hard to believe that Stringer suddenly developed a Poirot-like mind. I also think the book would have also been stronger if it had been written in the third person. It would have allowed the narrator more scope to describe and explain both the main plot and to contextualise the First World War. Overall, the bulk of the book, especially the time in France, was an engaging and informative read and made the book worth reading; it was just a shame that the mystery wasn't quite up to scratch.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Lazy Sunday Service

I don't usually comment on covers, but every time I look at the one for Malcolm Pryce's The Day Aberystwyth Stood Still the same thought runs through my head - this looks like a children's book. The cover imitates the 1940s and 50s hardboiled PI pulps, but seems a watered down version and its five elements (Louie, Miaow, the Buick, the UFO and the pier) just seemed randomly dropped on the page. I know this is a matter of taste, but I think something more like Megan Abbott's covers or those produced by Hard Case Crime, which are similar in style but with more coherent scenes and a bit more realism in the art work would work better. The material between the covers draws a rich, vivid picture, with some real philosophical depth in the narrative which is a long way beyond a childish pastiche.

My posts this week
Kinky philosophy
October reviews
If you're going to make an error, might as well make it a big one
One book, two book, three book, four ... and five ...
Review of Greenwich Killing Time by Kinky Friedman
In harm's way

Saturday, November 5, 2011

In harm's way

The forest was eerily quiet.

The geologist raised his camera and stared through the telescopic lens at the mountain five miles away.

It seemed serene.

Then, almost imperceptibly, the slope appeared to judder. In slow motion, half the hillside started to slide downwards, a massive, boiling plume of black smoke rising upwards and towards him.

He took two dozen photos in quick succession, mesmerized by the scale of the rupture.

The ground shook violently and the deafening roar of the explosion bellowed over him. The camera dropped to his side, his mouth popping wide open.

The world darkened and whoossshhhhhhhh.


A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Review of Greenwich Killing Time by Kinky Friedman (Faber, 1986)

Mike McGovern is in trouble. The occupant of the apartment opposite has been shot and the gun has been found in his apartment. McGovern calls Kinky Friedman, sometime detective and man about Greenwich Village, seeking his help. The dead man is Frank Worthington, a bisexual, who has a string of relationships. Friedman calls on his friends, rounds up Worthington's dates, and starts to try and work out who killed him and framed McGovern. The cops assigned to the case don't like Friedman, he's soon receiving threats, another person is killed, and all the evidence suggests that McGovern is the perpetrator. Kinky needs to draw on all his skills and wits to bring the killer to justice.

The real strength of Friedman's writing is his wit, wry observations, and philosophical asides. Somewhat unusually the main character is Kinky Friedman himself and the preface indicates that most of the characters in the book are real people with their real names. The story is fairly standard PI fare in the mode of Dashiell Hammett and his thousand imitators (and there's nothing wrong with that), but with a nice dash of humour. The story is tightly plotted and rattles along at a fair pace with some nice twists and turns. There's a fairly significant tell quite near the start, so I knew who the killer was from a long way out, but that didn't really matter. Overall, a reasonably light-hearted hardboiled tale with a strong voice. I'll be looking out for his other books.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

One Book, Two Book, Three Book, Four… and Five…

I rarely do memes, but I thought I'd have a go at this one. It's appeared in a few places. I've picked it up from Books Please, The Games Afoot, Petrona, Reactions to Reading and Mysteries in Paradise.

The book I’m currently reading? Malcolm Pryce's The Day Aberystwyth Stood Still. I'm a 100 pages in and it's excellent. He's really hit his stride with this series now. I love the prose, expressive description and vivid imagination. I'm also working my way through Simon Carswell's Anglo Republic. Good book, but damn frustrating content.

The last book I finished? The Somme Stations by Andrew Martin. Review to follow sometime soon. Basically, so-so start, really great middle section, weak end.

The next book I want to read? Peter Temple's White Dog. What I'm going to read is probably The Red Coffin by Sam Eastland.

The last book I bought? The Somme Station, but I have a bunch ordered through the local bookshop including Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin, Dead Hand of History by Sally Spencer, Head Games by Craig McDonald, The Hanging Shed by Gordon Ferris, Cypress Grove by James Sallis, and Killer Verse by edited by Ken Brown and Harold Schechter.

The last book I was given? Ridley Walker by Russell Hoban.

Which was the last book you borrowed from the library? The Complaints by Ian Rankin. It's the only library book I've read in the last two and half years of blogging.

What is the most recent e-book you read? I don't own an e-reader. I've no real desire to. I read Nigel Bird's Dirty Old Town on my laptop. I've got halfway through Paul Brazill's Brit Grit, but I need to print it out. I read all my own drafts on paper, rather than on-screen.

What was the last translated book you read? Asa Larsson, The Savage Altar.

What was the first book you read this year? Peeler by Kevin McCarthy. Looking forward to his next book (assuming there's one in the works).

Which book is at the top of your Christmas list? Peter Temple's White Dog, Philip Kerr's Prague Fatale and Frank Bill's Crimes in Southern Indiana. Another book that I would have already read if there was a paper version would be Patti Abbott's Monkey Justice (I might have to get an e-reader for books published in e-book form only; my only reason for getting one).

Which so-far unpublished book are you most looking forward to reading? Death in the City of Light by David King. I tried to order it after reading a review, but it's not out until January 2012.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

If you're going to make an error, might as well make it a big one

How do you lose €3.6 billion euro? You make a basic error in an accounting spreadsheet (that virtual money is tricky stuff given it's just 1s and 0s). As errors go its a whopper. It's 2.3% of Ireland's GDP or about 10% of the annual tax receipts or roughly equivalent to the amount that was cut out of the budget last year as part of the austerity measures. Basically, it's a massive amount of money. To put it in context, if you paid back a euro a second, it would take 11 days to pay back a million euro; it would take 114 years to pay back 3.6 billion. As the Irish Times reports, this accountancy error has just been discovered and reported by the Dept of Finance. Thankfully we've found the money, lowering the debt, rather than discovering we owe the money, but still. Given the financial mess the country is in, you'd think 101 accounting would be top of the agenda.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

October reviews

A mixed bag of reading during October. The two standout books were Esi Edugyan's Half Blood Blues and William Ryan's The Holy Thief. Both are historical novels, one set in 1936 in Moscow, the other in Berlin and Paris in 1939/40. Both were excellent reads. Difficult to choose between them to be honest. One had better prose and character development, the other a slightly stronger plot. I think I'll call it a tie for best book of the month.

The Savage Altar by Asa Larsson ****
The Bloody Meadow by William Ryan ***.5
Nazi on the Run by Gerald Steinacher **.5
Garnethill by Denise Mina ***
The Holy Thief by William Ryan *****
Open Season by CJ Box ***.5
Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan *****
Death Toll by Jim Kelly ***.5
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