I'm getting rid of this book so I thought I'd write it a farewell review before it leaves. It's James Hawes' 1996 debut novel, a story about a heist, set in London. I read it 8 years ago and it provided very little amusement and not many enduring memories. I can't believe it seems to have received so much positive praise. I thought it was highly derivative (it published 2 years after Pulp Fiction and 5 years after Reservoir Dogs and it tries to bring their action and mood to a grittier, grimmer London) and full of cliched, two-dimensional characters. I'd say there's also something of Hornby in there as well but, again, this is of a lower order.