This was a great book, a great story driven by great characterisation. It is, as the author points out, total fantasy, but by the end of the tale I was caught up in the plausibility of it all and wanted to know more. What happened to the people of Portsmouth and Whitehall after all they’d been through? What happened to the mysterious Oriental business magnate? And the fascist boot boy? To the relationships between them all? This is the type of book that you don’t come across all that often, with a well thought out plot that steers clear of the mainstream and has its own voice. The city of Portsmouth looms large, which makes a change from the streets of London or the sprinkling of Northern cities where most of our dramas seem to take place. This is the third novel by Graham Hurley that I’ve read, and I enjoy each one better than the last.