I'd never read a book by this author before and given all of the accolades and awards chucked at her, not to mention the hype that she is "Britain's bestselling female crime writer" I genuinely expected something brilliant.
Unfortunately that's not what I got. I was sorely disappointed in this book and I don't know if I would bother picking up something by Minette Walters again- I was so close to just giving up on this entirely. There are far better crime/thrillers out there than this- though I suppose I have to confess that I've probably been ruined in the genre as I have read the far superior Peter James, who to me, nobody else compares to!
The story is based around the possible wrongful arrest and imprisonment of a mentally retarded young man who was found guilty of murdering his grandmother in the 1970's. Three years after being sent down, the man killed himself. A renowned anthropologist re-examines the case years later and discovers that the evidence may be flawed- he suspects that the wrong person was convicted of the crime. The trouble is, the anthropologist has enough problems of his own without trying to expose a murderer as well...
The best thing I can say about this book is that the premise was interesting. However, it was poorly executed and the plot just grew too complex and to be honest, boring. I found the re-cap of the crime itself to be so utterly dull and without any modicum of suspense at all. I know it was re-capped in a `book' format from the anthropologist's point of view, but still- it read in such a technical, repetitive and turgid way that I would have skipped over that part entirely had it not been pertinent to the plot. I like my thrillers to be thrilling and I'm sorry to say, but this wasn't. It was a bit repetitive and actually, pretty predictable- also, it could have been cut in half- far, far too long.
However, I did initially find anthropologist Jonathan Hughes fairly interesting as a person- he was a bit of a complex character who I did want to know more about. Sadly, he just wasn't enough to redeem the book or my interest in this authors writing and just became a tiresome person full of a `woe is me' attitude about being of an Arabic descent in the UK. I also grew constantly irritated with the plot being overshadowed by the context of racism and for me this marred the book completely. Apologies to all Walters' fans out there, but I personally wouldn't recommend this book to anyone. It just wasn't my cup of tea at all.