This is the latest in the Chief Inspector Banks series, and his character seems to be tiring Robinson – Banks is strung out, attenuated, thin and lacking in focus – know how he feels, but its got so that I can feel very irritated with him and his lacklustre lovelife and choice of music that clearly is meant to be esoteric and I just wish he didn’t make such a big deal of it and get onto the plot. Like you feel like by reading this preparatory drivel. Having said that the plot is good and the narrative is nicely planned to keep you reading through Robinson’s usual thick (in width) novels.
This is the latest in the Chief Inspector Banks series, and his character seems to be tiring Robinson – Banks is strung out, attenuated, thin and lacking in focus – know how he feels, but its got so that I can feel very irritated with him and his lacklustre lovelife and choice of music that clearly is meant to be esoteric and I just wish he didn’t make such a big deal of it and get onto the plot. Like you feel like by reading this preparatory drivel. Having said that the plot is good and the narrative is nicely planned to keep you reading through Robinson’s usual thick (in width) novels.
A man is found dead – and it is obviously a suicide- he has hung himself on a tree. Then another man is found beaten to death, and the two are related as they were partners. Banks is on holiday but because the second death is someone living in a posh area he is called back – much to Annie’s annoyance (his colleague who is quite grown up enough to handle this) and Banks’s -it won’t do much for his love life (and do we care I ask). There are all kinds of revelations before the truth is finally winkled out. Nice pacy writing.
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