Mark Billingham is the hottest new British crime writer on the block. His maverick cop is DI Thorne, who, like Rankin's Rebus, has a healthy disrespect for his inferior superiors, and a real talent for getting up a nose or two.
Both detectives also have despicable vices: Rebus has an inability to pass any pub without nipping in for a pint, or several, while Thorne is an aficionado of Country music: by far the bigger sin. The similarity ends there however: Thorne is very much his own man.
In a year where I've slogged through the new novels by more established names, Mark's new book comes as a breath of fresh air.
For a start, it's beautifully paced and, despite its brooding atmosphere, has several laugh-out-loud moments - not an easy trick to pull off. One scene in particular, set in a massage parlour, is an absolute scream.
And he's not repeating a formula; this book is very different to his first three and shows already that he isn't taking the easy option of sticking to familiar ground.
I won't discuss the plot here - you can read a synopsis anywhere - but I do wish to state that Billingham is an expert at the twist that really surprises.
We get a brace of them near the end here (although I have to confess I did spot one of them coming - but not the other) and then a further final twist in the last chapter, which gives the book a nice dark and ambiguous ending.
For fans of his earlier novels, the relationship between Thorne and his friend, the gay, shaven-headed pathologist Phil Hendricks, is further explored, and provides a nice sub-plot.
I also won't debate the book's merits as a piece of literature; this isn't the forum for in-depth analysis. All I'll say is it's supremely readable, interesting and surprising. And I'll take a well-written crime or suspense novel over Jane Austen any day.
If your palate has become jaded through too many predictable crime thrillers, beg, borrow or steal this book. The very least you'll get out of it is great entertainment.
.... Oh, and read his three previous novels too!.