The second novel in Russell's 'Lennox' series sees the eponymous Canadian gumshoe chasing a Vietnamese Dragon (as opposed to a Maltese Falcon) round the extremely mean streets of early 1950s Glasgow. Lennox is a brilliant idea - modern Tartan Noir with a hero straight out of 1940s US cinema noir. One criticism: not having read the first, I was some way in before I realised it was supposed to be 1953-4. Once I realised, though, I was hooked. Russell works all the classic tropes - rival gangs, women of dubious virtue, boxing - and comes up trumps. I didn't guess the final twist and that's all you really need from a detective plot. There are now four in the series, and I'll be reading them all.
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