I bought a signed first edition. This book seemed promising.
It did not live up to that promise.
The story somehow links a group of British soldiers in the very last days of the First World War and events a century later. But it never really grabbed or held my attention, and I didn’t really understand the point. And I totally missed the significance of the pawn ticket, that I think was intended as a thread linking various parts of the story.
I have returned to the Vinyl Detective series for the second instalment. In this one our hero investigates the mysteries surrounding death of Valerian, a 1960s rock singer who died – as the best deceased rock stars do – age 27. Twists and turns, danger from unknown adversaries, a lot like the first book, as is to be expected.
I found this less satisfying than the first novel, Written In Dead Wax, for two reasons. First, there is no longer any mystery about Nevada: she is now the girlfriend, and does nothing particularly surprising. Second, the ending is totally rushed.
So, 4 out of 10.
That said, I have read good things about the third in the series, so I shall probably come back to that one. Let’s hope it doesn’t disappoint.