Alastair Russell

I’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all of Macbride’s other books. I’m glad I didn’t start with this one otherwise I wouldn’t have read the rest which would have been a shame. The first two thirds run to form but the last third goes haywire. What was he trying to do? Search me.

Page after page of repetitive rain, blood, stench, sweat, filth and general misery going nowhere in particular, fighting the same battle over and over again and without an ending as such. It just suddenly stopped. But I read it through so it must have something and it’s just that I don’t see it. Probably my fault, not the author’s. Could do with some Cornwell style humour.