What a likeable bunch of heroes, no Harvard lecturers, nor musclebound CIA hunks here. Rather more three ordinary blokes you could meet in a local pub. Not any old pub mind, more the one with a few old bikes outside, perhaps a busy pool table and a mix of patrons young and old who seem little bothered about the pace of the modern world.
One can't help but be drawn into Barrow's world of tight friendships, it's like a buddy movie on dope. The rich characterisation makes us feel that we are tagging along with the protagonists on their bizarre journey.
Wonderful descriptions of modern day occultism, comfortable dialogue, smart quips and observations combine to make it an informative and chucklesome read.
The action never lets up throughout the book, sometimes at a relaxed pace, and sometimes in bursts of frenetic activity. The farcical denouement is joyously well constructed, and I found myself reading faster and faster as I was swept along by it.
I hope this is not the last we will see of this promising novelist.