While, admittedly, not as much fun as "The Monkey's Raincoat" before it, this is still most certainly deserving of your attention. By introducing an edge to Cole's personality containing the necessary pessimism and disenchantment to balance his, at times, almost too-glib approach to the situations he finds himself in, the novel finds a solid base off of which to bounce several of it's key themes - among them the nature of truth and what is right. The understated weariness sets the beginnings of "L.A. Requiem"s maturity and the start of the all important empathy which must be developed for any character to survive a series as successfully as it turns out Cole now has. This is not, however, to say that Caris' keen ear for humour is in any way diminished, or that the novel is less enjoyable for being more serious at a deeper level, as the plot is less complicated than "TMR", allowing the essence of Cole's realisation to soak through without sledge-hammering you into submission. Not as good, then, but maybe more important in the long run.