This book has been much discussed and hyped in the literary media of late so I was interested to get hold of a review copy, to see if the excitement was justified...
By now you'll know the premise of the book; a sack of letters is discovered by two mildly comedic policemen who then go about sorting them out, and reading them of course. Much hilarity then ensures.
Except it doesn't. This is a book and indeed an idea which promises much but, if you excuse the rather weak pun, it delivers little really apart from some examples of lazy writing and over-tired Les Dawson-esque clichés. Not to mention half baked ideas whereby the plot, characters and subject matter could have been funny; but aren't. In fact, at times the whole thing is a little annoying.
All that said, the book is a decent read if you can suspend both your belief and your normal senses of humour and mirth, and yes, parts of it are well written and not as tired as the rest. And the idea is a great one, even if the author hasn't, in my view, executed it all that well.
But ultimately, this is a tale of a load of letters written by a bunch of objectionables that are normally the sort you'd try your very, very best to avoid reading. Whether you choose to avoid reading this book is up to you.