If you are lucky enough to have read any of these books then you know their strength is the way they marry a "police procedural" novel to the driest of wit. Usually in such novels (McBain/Connelly/Cornwell/any other crime series in the last 30 years) you get one, possibly two interesting characters, often with plodding personal issues tacked on (what is it with American detectives that they must have this?) and a load of uninteresting characters there to supply plot detail. In the world of Martin Beck and friends, however, every single policeman or woman is captivating and memorable. You don't want the story to end, simple as that, you want to stay in their company. And the story itself? A killer is attacking children in a city. The cops have nothing, a lead is wasted at the start, and children die. Slowly (and entirely believably) the Police start to track him down. As simple as that. It is plotted with such economy and elegance that, although you and I have read dozens of these, your heart will be in your throat as the end nears. The book was written over 30 years ago but the style, characters and bone-dry black humour make this, and the others, as good as crime novels get. Tell me I'm wrong. Oh, and start worrying about the casting of the inevitable TV series..."Robbie Coletrane IS Martin Beck"...