I've read several of Tom Bradby's previous thrillers, including
The Master Of Rainand
The God Of Chaos. They've all been perfectly servicable thrillers, with well researched and realised historical settings. None of them set the world alight but they generally hold your attention and offer an entertaining enough way to pass the time.
His latest, Blood Money, maintains that standard. Set in New York on the eve of the Great Wall Street Crash, its a relatively straight tale of crime, greed and corruption featuring a colourful cast of gangsters, cops, politicians and molls. As with most Bradby novels the story sets up a mystery and then twists and turns down various blind alleys and dead ends before finally reaching a fairly predictable conclusion. There's a colourful supporting cast to back up the mildly troubled but ever so slightly bland male lead. The period details feel reasonably accurate and also add further depth to proceedings.
What the book lacks however, is real soul and passion. Everything feels too planned and calculated. Characters behave in certain ways because the plot requires them to; not because it necessarily makes sense that they do. For example the length of time it takes the hero to uncover the truth behind the central mystery is purely down to the fact that his father will not reveal some vital information, but his reason for not doing so never really rings true. It suits the plot for him to refuse to talk to his own son but doesn't reflect real human behaviour.
The overly structured feel is also plain in the way key plot points are clearly telegraphed in advance. For example an apparently unrelated kidnapping case is given so much undue prominence that its obvious that it will eventually have some important part to play in events. Rather than allowing the plot to develop organically and trusting the reader to pick up on incidental but significant points Bradby tends to hammer everything home, as if saying 'pay attention; this is important'.
This rather unsubtle, mechanistic approach is also present with the historical detail. Rather than allowing the stock market crash to simply provide background colour or integrating it naturally into the narrative he has to include a scene on the steps of the Wall St Exchange as the market goes into freefall that serves no real purpose plot wise beyond crudely reminding the reader of wider events beyond the main plot.
The result is a book that keeps you interested and entertained but doesn't really offer anything deeper. It certainly doesn't linger in the memory for long once you've finished it and for that reason is never destined for classic status.