Perhaps it isn't politically correct for a white author to have a black protagonist, but for the millions of detective fiction fans who read Reginald Hill's first in a series, Blood Sympathy, the correctness won't matter. What will matter is the masterly way Hill portrays the loveable ex- machinist turned private investigator, Joe Sixsmith. With his cat, Whitey, his auntie Mirabelle and his minute flat on the Rasselas estate in Luton, Joe is like no other p.i., white or black. When he is asked to retrieve a stolen locket, trace some missing heroin and solve who has murdered an entire family, Joe thinks he's finally going to be making some money. However, since Joe is far from the efficient God-like male p.i's of the 1930's what occurs is a series of highly amusing near escapes from the villains. Hill's novel is also fascinating for the way he mingles some serious social criticism along with his intriguing plot. Not only does he paint a frightening picture of life on a high rise estate, but he also examines the fears of a Pakistani corner shop owner when confronted by gangs of white youths. Of estate life Hill claims, 'Here is the original urban black hole into which all social subsidy and welfare work is sucked without trace . . . Here there are none so poor they cannot be robbed, none so insignificant they cannot be reviled, none so inoffensive they cannot be hated' (163). When Mr. Nayyar's shop is burned and the insurance company refuses to give him full compensation but tells him instead that his premiums will be raised, he states, 'I am in the right but I suffer. I pay my premiums but they will not pay me. We know who the criminals are, but they are set free. So I decide if the law cannot help me, I must help the law'(198). If you enjoy Blood Sympathy, read the other Joe Sixsmith novels and of course all of Reginald Hill's other books.