Like other reviewers here, a Brookmyre completist (initially ensnared by "Not the end of the world"). Totally sold on his Hiaasen like take on the political, religious, wacky -well if you weren't laughing you'ld have to cry - world of Central and West Scotland. And then Pandaemonium, and then this. A less than totally convincing swing into sci-fi fantasy, and then a serviceable but totally unremarkable whodunit.
It only gets two stars from me because it could have been a less readable pot-boiler - and I admit I read it straight through - but it lacks just about all the elements that make Brookmyre's previous books different and exceptional. I certainly will be watching the reviews, and almost certainly waiting until the paperback release of his next one.
So where's the body? It may just be that he's run out of plot lines in his politics/sectarianism/corruption box: Scotland is a lot duller under devolution, with fewer Sassenach carpet-baggers or press barons to worry about. The seams based on teenage tearaways, then and grown up a bit may be getting thin.
But I suspect that he's where many an indie singer-songwriter finds themselves after the sixth album, trying to get out of his niche, cross-over, whatever. Produce plots that will sustain a Glaswegian Wire, perhaps. At least avoiding multi-layered plots that TV commissioning editors despair of turning into a ninety minute special, and introducing characters without pre-watershed blemishes (no alcoholics or lesbians,or Ugandan Asian Special Branch female anti-terrorist amazons, for example). Little late for the two female detective slot, I fear.
That's my working hypothesis however: under pressure from agent and publisher, having failed to carry the leap to fantasy, crossing over to the mainstream, going, as another reviewer suggested for the Rankin-Rebus slot. Sorry, I don't think any of the new characters here have got what it takes to carry that sort of weight over time. But he may be able to sell the package for big TV bucks. He may prosper as an MOR whodunit writer. But he's no longer the author I couldn't wait to read. This is workmanlike, but no more.