Having been a fan of the original Frost novels for a number of years, I was not sure what to make of someone else being entrusted to bring back R D Wingfield's stroppy and slovenly copper. But what fears I had soon evaporated.
James Henry (they are two writers) have nailed it. Lots of plot lines and a satisfyingly hectic race to clear up the cases, which feels utterly like the originals. On these FIRST FROST delivers in spades.
But it some of the less obvious things that shows that James Henry have thought things through. The first smart move was to try and imagine Frost as a younger, greener Detective Sergeant with the rough edges not so apparent at first. Instead we meet, Bert Williams, his guv'nor and it is clear where Frost learnt some of his bad habits (the language - usually bad, the fiddling of expenses).
Mullett is newly-arrived at Denton having come top of the brown-nosing class at Hendon. The second smart move is to make Frost not quite the fly in the ointment at first, but someone who is on Mullett's radar as one to watch. So over the course of the book you see Frost and Mullett's love-hate relationship take shape.
Other neat tricks are to specify that the books are set in the early eighties. I wasn't sure at first, but given that the original Frosts were first written in the late eighties, this works.
They don't overdue the references, but there are enough to give a sense of a pre-electronic age, before mobiles and just before police forces relied on HOLMES. And the cars are nicely crap in a nostalgic rust-bucket British car way. I think they missed a trick by not including the ultimate macho man's set of wheels, the Triumph Stag - the kind a young Swiss Toni would proudly polish on his garage forecourt when not wooing the ladies. Chances are any Stags would have either failed their M.O.T.s or rusted away by 1981 anyway. Instead we see a Triumph TR7, truly a crap `sports car' in hindsight but was the dog's nadgers at the time.
So, the book feels utterly in the spirit of the originals without being a slavish pastiche and that is the hardest trick to carry off of all.
Looking forward to the next outing with no fear and a whole heap of eager anticipation.
Hugely recommended.