London Rules

But he doesn't get it!

I'm glad that he is not abhorrently sexist, but you can tell that he's an old fart who is absolutely clueless how people spoke in 2017 and what people joked about in 2017.

He is constructing a caricature of a character in Roddy Ho and making cruel fun of him for being absolutely clueless, but he is Roddy Ho himself. Obsessed with dirt, loo humour, treating himself like a literary genius, toying with his characters like a god-puppeteer. No empathy, no deep research about human condition, just right-centrist burned out, often funny nihilism.

Fuck these books.

I will read more.

Excellent series and probably the best yet. 

A fascinating open, but the writing and subsequent plot felt a bit phoned in. The dialog (and in particular Lamb's banter) was a bit forced and predictable. Anyway, a bit of a disappointment given the strong showing of the first four books. I'm cautiously optimistic that Herron picks up again, but going to say this one should be put out to pasture.

Best one yet.

Meanwhile, dusk’s older brother night, which has hovered overhead this past hour, is beginning to lose its balance, beginning to fall. Soon everything will be different again, the same as it always is. Dusk has a last look round, but its vision is failing, its hearing dim. It has been everywhere, seen everything. It is time to go.

This is going to stick with me for some time.

Not as good as the other books in the series. Don't get me wrong, it's still clever, well written and outrageously funny. But the descriptions, the details of environment and movements are not as rich, not as original and true as in Spook Street. Also, the plot seems a little clownish. The ending is amazing as usual.