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19 of 21 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Lazybones is no Sleepyhead - but it's good enough, 13 Mar 2004
The first body was found in a shabby London hotel room, bound with a leather belt, raped, kneeling hooded on a bare mattress, as if praying for salvation. Ten days ago convicted rapist Doug Remfry was released from prison. Now, he has been horrifically murdered, and a macabre wreath ordered for him from a florist. What anger drove his killer to this act? Was it vengeance for his victim, or something that happened to him in prison, or something else entirely? It is only when the body of a second released rapist is found, killed in an identical way, and another wreath ordered, that Tom Thorne realises that they are up against a completely different, even more chilling and twistedly driven killer than they at first thought. But how can Thorne fight with all he has if he cares so little for the victims? Thorne will have to dig very deep inside indeed to put a stop to this most cold and calculating of killers. This is another original serial killer thriller from Mark Billingham. It's very dark and it's good, but it lacks something that his previous books had. I never felt the urge to race through it as I did with Sleepyhead (maybe because there isn't a great deal of urgency created through the killings. After all, if the investigator himself finds it hard to care, so will the reader), and the prose isn't so special as it first felt in his debut. But maybe that's just because I'm used to it a bit more now, I'm not sure. Indeed, there is something about the writing style that doesn't quite fit right, but that might be just me. Or maybe I'm just getting used to his rather unchangeable "formula" (and he certainly does have one). Billingham's very original formula has remained static through his first three books, and with each one that formula has been exposed a little more, and the power of each additional book is very much less. Still, Thorne remains a good lead character, human and flawed as the most popular detectives are. There's also a solid cast of subsidiary characters: Phil Hendricks, the quirky, earinged pathologist, Yvonne, Dave Holland (who, in this book, gets a nice chunk of subplot and character development). The plot itself is a great concept, and discovering the history and motivations of the killer through flashbacks is fascinating once again, as it was in Scaredy Cat (indeed, it's even becoming a kind of "Billingham trademark device".) The conclusion, too, is exciting and tense and dark, even if it's not exceptionally difficult to see it coming or guess "whodunnit". Lazybones is disappointing, certainly, but it is ultimately still a worth a read, even if it's at times tiresome and not of the very highest class set by "Sleepyhead"; even if there is something lacking that I can't quite put my finger on...
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