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Douglas Lindsay's Barney is the most notorious serial killer of his time--but wouldn't hurt a fly. It is all a misunderstanding, a series of accidents and a dead mother with stiffs in the fridge; but now Barney is on the run, blamed for every unsolved murder going and various Scotland missed penalties in the World Cup. Seeking peace of mind and safety, he heads for a remote monastery, where, in due course, he is followed by the police--but not before a series of violent deaths, many of them involving his scissors.
Barney cannot imagine that the Abbot is such a man; he'd seemed happy enough after the cut. Perhaps, Barney ponders, he has a secret mirror and checked the cut after it was given. Barney's imagination races. Maybe the Abbot has a lot more than a secret mirror...
Everyone is in this monastery because they have secrets, and some of those secrets are a deal more worrying than Barney's--and the past of the monastery, its resort to cannibalism in the hard winter of 1938 and whatever it was that happened at Two Trees, is of even greater concern. And what is the Abbot hiding under his robes? Douglas Lindsay has a scattershot sense of humour which alternates the mildly routine with the uproarious--there is always another joke along in a moment if one misfires. The hapless Barney, guilty of little except being deeply boring, is a comic creation of real merit, and the mysteries of the monastery is a genuinely involving puzzle. --
Roz Kaveney
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Lindsay's follow-up to The Long Midnight of Barney Thomson, a hilarious and mordant black comedy, manages to match the invention and hilarity of the earlier book. If Lindsay seems to take a little time to get into his stride, the dividends are considerable in this tale of Scotland's most notorious - and misunderstood - serial killer, the eponymous Thomson. This time he's been accused of every crime since Jack the Ripper, and decides to hide out among the Holy Order of the Monks of Saint John. As Brother Jacob, he is quite a success as a barber. But his luck is running true to form: as the police close in on him, Brother Jacob realizes that he has chosen the only monastery in Britain with its own selection of serial killers. This is a quite hilarious and diverting read, calculated to give offence to those outraged by its premise. The rest of us will be holding our sides. (Kirkus UK)
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