5 of 6 people found the following review helpful
on 4 November 2006
I discovered it thank to a review by Nude magazine (check it out).
I felt like I was very familiar with the writer in a sense that there is no distance from the reader (the kind of book you think "I could have written it if I were that good in writing ...").
She knows the subject and the style is truly good also when she deals with everyday life. Not a kitchen sink noir, but a contemporary prose with a twist of murder.
2 of 3 people found the following review helpful
on 22 July 2012
Excellent noir thriller that draws on Ms Unsworth's experience as a journalist. The writing has a pleasant, fresh style and the plot races along to its conclusion without a wasted word. Recommended.
0 of 1 people found the following review helpful
on 24 September 2013
This doesn't quite work. The narrator, Diana Kemp, a journalist on a film-music magazine, Lux, is based on the author. She is a reviewer of crime fiction and happens on Simon Everill, whose dark debut, Weirdo, is based on his own early life. As with other Cathi Unsworth books characters are drawn from real life models. In this instance the plot doesn't really catch - there's no mystery and no real tension either. That said, it was the third of her books that I read in a short time frame - maybe I was looking for something tastier and different.
1 of 3 people found the following review helpful
on 18 September 2013
The glowing reviews for this book, by such luminaries as Bruen, Peace and Sallis, bewilder me. The writing is stodgy, the plotting is obvious, the characters are stereotypes and the villain doesn't convince. There are two fantastic, authentic bits of writing - one describing very, very bad sex and the other painting a great visual picture of the narrator's East Anglian home turf: the first of these is guaranteed to make any heterosexual male squirm! The Camden Town, Soho and West London settings are glorified 'Rough Guide' which no amount of boho name dropping can bring to life, and some of the dialogue also made me squirm - but not in the good way mentioned above... In its way this is almost as overrated as Lee Rourke's atrocious 'The Canal', the reviews for which were as wildly misleading as those for 'The Not Knowing'. Both books are juvenilia, and both needed a really good editor. I don't usually write reviews, but just felt that I wanted to swim against the tide in this case,