Strewth, Stuart MacBride writes the blackest of Tartan Noir. This is his latest, a stand alone outside the Logan MacRae series. Our protagonist is a cop, like Logan, but a very different kettle of fish. Ash Henderson is violent, in debt to gangsters and addicted to serious painkiller medication. But none of those are the secrets that matter - oh no, Ash is keeping something much more relevant hidden from his superiors in order to stay on the Birthday Boy case.
BB is a serial killer. He snatches young girls coming up to 13, tortures them for a while, and then kills them on their birthday. Every year thereafter he sends a birthday card to the family - homemade, with a photo of their daughter in progressive stages of dying. But is his target the kid or her parents? This is the question posed by Dr Alice Macdonald, the young OCD forensic psychologist brought in to refresh the investigation.
The reason the investigation needs refreshing is that the next victim will be BB's thirteenth thirteen year-old, which has to be significant, right?
To say more would be to risk giving the game away. Suffice it to say, Ash finds himself on a mission, a race against time. The pace is unrelenting, the characters richly drawn with deep back-stories, and the plot twists just keep on coming. The final twist is simply stunning.
A superb example of the genre. MacBride is surely the next big thing in British crime writing.
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Monday, 17 December 2012
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Halfhead - Stuart B MacBride
Stuart MacBride writes the Logan McRae 'Granite City' police procedurals. Stuart B MacBride, which I guess is some sort of homage to Iain M Banks, wrote Halfhead, a near-future crime thriller set in Glasgow. How near in the future? Well, perhaps only one more Tory government away. Violent criminals are half-headed and happily doing all the filthy jobs. The poor are kept high on virtual reality and stuffed into enormous towerblock complexes like Monstrosity Square. Order is maintained by Bluecoats, the agents de police, and the hi-tech gendarmerie-cum-CIA of the Network.
The halfheads are more or less lobotomised - all bar one, anyway. She used to be Dr Fiona Westfield, esteemed clinician and serial killer. She killed the wife of Assistant Network Director Will Hunter. Hunter caught her and halfheading resulted. But now she's remembering. She's starting to wake up. She wants the other half of her head back. She wants to feel the glorious ecstasy of slaughter again. And she wants to find out what became of her special project, her 'children'.
I'm no sci-fi buff but I'm so glad I picked this one up. The level of sci-fictionality is just about right - sufficient to justify the technology required but in no sense fanciful. Basically it's a fairly straightforward killer chase enlivened with three-dimensional characters with real emotions and, of course, the compulsive Dr Westfield. Filmicly I thought Blade Runner. Fictionally I was put in mind of Stephen King's Bachman books.
MacBride-without-the-B's latest book is out. Birthdays for the Dead is another stand-alone novel, contemporary this time and set, at least partially, in Aberdeen, but without McRae and the other regulars. It's a must-read for me.
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