Usually when I read about towns, cities, countries and even streets I don’t know I always take something away from the story. When I know the area slightly it gives me a sense of familiarity.
I wasn’t expecting to be completely distracted and irritated by the fact that I know all the towns, villages, streets and general area mentioned in this book, intimately. Strangely weird.
I found McAvoy a bit of a conundrum. On one side you have his physical description, which doesn’t gel at all with his behaviour and reactions. Then you have his obsession with crimes and the way he lets the obsession flow into his family life.
Who has picnics with his children in possible crime scenes in the hopes that he discovers a missing girl or rather her corpse. Very strange indeed. Almost macabre, at the very least just downright odd.
McAvoy and Pharaoh have a really strange relationship. I’m not sure whether it is mutual attraction or a meeting of kindred spirits. Pharaoh appears to be completely off the rails where Reuben Hollow is concerned.
Then there is the scene in the kitchen during the home invasion, and the way it was dealt with in the aftermath. Rather than worry about the fact two thugs nearly attacked his wife and Pharaoh’s family, he is more concerned by the doe eyes his wife gives the rescuer. His insecurity is quite bizarre, despite the fact he seems to have a way with women.
I found it a little disjointed at times, despite the interesting plot and memorable characters. It often seemed as if there were lots of threads going off in different directions with little connection to each other.
Mark describes it as Noir, but it doesn’t quite tick all the boxes for that.