Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Review of Angels Passing by Graham Hurley (Orion, 2002)

Fourteen year old Helen Bassam has plunged twenty three stories to her death at the base of a residential tower block.  In the months before her death she’d gone off the rails, reacting badly to her parents break-up.  It’s not clear though why Helen was in a strange part of town or whether she jumped or was pushed.  DI Joe Faraday starts to investigate but immediately runs into issues of resourcing and interference from his career focused boss.  Competing for manpower is the head of the Major Crimes Squad after a local lowlife is found hanging from a tree wearing women’s knickers.  Dragged into his team is DC Paul Winters, a cop with a knack for solving cases but a reputation for not always doing so in an professional manner.  Both cases plunge Faraday, Winters and their colleagues into Portsmouth’s netherworlds of abject poverty, broken families, feral and abandoned children, thieving and selling stolen goods, and brutal organised fights.

Hurley is probably the foremost British proponent of gritty, social realist police procedurals.  His books vividly capture the methods, personalities and personal relationships, and the politics of policing, as well as the people, places and situations the police deal with on a daily basis.  Hurley provides a warts and all portrayal of Portsmouth, its micro-geographies and social divisions, and its bleak underbelly.  In Angels Passing, the fourth book in the DI Faraday series, the tale weaves together two main plot lines, one concerning the death of a teenage girl, the other the murder of a low-level criminal.  Where the book excels is in charting the police investigations, noting their complexities and their inherent internal tensions and games, in the characterisation of police, victims and criminals, and in the sense of place.  Both main plotlines were interesting, coupled with a nice subplot concerning Faraday’s domestic life, though the denouement felt a little too contrived.  Nonetheless, Angels Passing is a compelling, gripping and gritty read, though probably not recommended by Portsmouth’s tourist offices.  


Monday, March 23, 2015

Review of Mort by Terry Pratchett (Corgi, 1987)

Unsure what to do with his awkward, gangly child, Mort’s father takes him to the local village fair in the hope that he is offered an apprenticeship.  The last boy left, shortly before midnight a stranger arrives on a large stallion and offers Mort a post.  But being Death’s apprentice is not quite what Mort has in mind, especially when his new master seems distracted, his adopted daughter is distant, and his manservant standoffish.  After only a couple of mentoring trips, Mort is tasked with shepherding two souls into the afterlife.  But rather than simply witnessing Princess Keli’s death he intervenes, slaying her would-be assassin, altering fate and history.  It’s not the wisest of career moves, but rather than coming clean he persists with his folly.  

The recent passing of Terry Pratchett prompted me to scan along my shelf and half of his books to re-read one.  Mort was the most obvious given the topic is death and one of its two principle characters is Death.  Through a story that’s a kind of sorcerer’s apprentice for the Discworld, Pratchett approaches death, fate and history with his usual wit, imagination, invention and humanism.  The characterisation is excellent, especially Death and his mid-existence crisis.  Whilst the story is quite linear it’s difficult to fault its execution, being entirely captivating and it was a rare moment when I didn’t have a smile on my face.  In the tale Pratchett speculates that when one dies they get the afterlife they foretell, in which case I suspect he’s now playing the role of Mort and no doubt loving it.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Lazy Sunday Service

I received a letter last week from the Royal Irish Academy informing me that I have been elected a member.  They elected 15 people in total, slightly more than the usual 12, and I was only one of two social scientists who got the nod (which is somewhat disappointing).  A nice honour, though I'm not really sure what it means as yet other than I can put MRIA after my name.  The formal admittance ceremony is at the end of May when no doubt I'll have to dig the suit out of the wardrobe and wear some fancy robes. It's followed by an induction seminar, which I hope is code for 'wine reception'.

My posts this week
Il était Charlie
Solar eclipse
Review of The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L Sayers
Some criminally good reading for St Patrick's Day

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Il était Charlie

‘I guess there’s no better place for a crucifixion than a national seminary,’ Carter muttered, staring up at body, the arms outstretched.

‘It’s a lay university now,’ the garda replied.

‘You can’t escape history.  Not in a place like this.  What’s he tied to?’

‘I think it’s the letter t.  It’s been missing from the university sign since the day it was erected.’

‘Hell of way to return it.  Do we know who he is?’

‘One of the lecturers.  Apparently, he was so politically correct he walked with a permanent lean to his left.’

‘Well, I guess il était Charlie.’




A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Solar eclipse

Luckily we just about got to see the 90% partial solar eclipse over Ireland this morning - there was a slight break in the cloud for a couple of moments and it even got so bright we had view it using binoculors projected onto a card. It didn't go as dark as I thought it might, but the birds did go quiet.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Review of The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L Sayers (1934)

Lord Peter Wimsey is driving across the English fens at night in a snow storm when he loses control of his car and slides into a ditch.  Along with his manservant, Bunter, he abandons his vehicle and sets off towards nearby church bells.  They are greeted by the local rector, who offers to put them whilst his car is rescued, and Wimsey is soon invited to help ring in the new year.  Shortly after a body with a disfigured face is discovered in the wrong grave and Wimsey starts to investigate, uncovering local secrets as he tries to solve who the victim is, why they were murdered, and by whom. 

I’ve had The Nine Tailors on the shelf for quite a long time.  I’ve opened it on a couple of occasions, but was never really sure I was in the mood for an English rural cozy from the golden age of crime fiction.  Having now read the book I’m fairly confident that if I had carried on reading in the past my mood would have quickly changed.  Sayers’ book rightly deserves plaudits for being a classic crime fiction tale, ticking all the key boxes - intriguing and clever plot, a thorny puzzle, excellent contextualisation, nice characterisation and interaction between characters, a strong sense of place, and literary prose.  Essentially the tale is a whodunnit set in a small English village in the fens, centred on a Church and its bells, and the legacy of a robbery some twenty years previously.  The plotting is intricate and well executed with minimal use of plot devices, and while the tale strays a little from social realism at times it nevertheless hangs together coherently and is rounded off with an ingenious but plausible denouement.  Sayers clearly draws on her own knowledge as a daughter of a chaplain to provide context and also demonstrates a keen understanding of campanology and fen drainage.  Whilst some might find some of the detail tiresome, I thought it was fascinating.  Wimsey is an engaging detective and Sayers populates the story with a number of other well-drawn characters.  Where she excels, in my view, is in the character interactions, with an especially good ear for dialogue.  The result is some well penned and vivid scenes.  Overall, a very satisfying and entertaining read from one of the best known crime fiction authors of the first half of the twentieth century.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Some criminally good reading for St Patrick's Day

Happy St Patrick's Day.  If you're looking for a good book to mark the occasion here are 10 novels by Irish authors that are worth tucking into - all reviewed on the blog in the last year or so. 

The Dead Ground by Claire McGowan
The Stranger You Know by Jane Casey
Unravelling Oliver by Liz Nugent
In The Morning I'll Be Gone by Adrian McKinty
Keep Away From Those Ferraris by Pat Fitzpatrick
Disappeared by Anthony Quinn 
Corridors of Death by Ruth Dudley Edwards
The Wrath of Angels by John Connolly
All the Dead Voices by Declan Hughes
Darkhouse by Alex Barclay


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Lazy Sunday Service

It was with great sadness that I heard of the passing of Terry Pratchett.  He was one of my favourite authors and I've read 43 of his books, more than twice as many as any other author.  Unlike many boys and young men who discovered reading through Terry's writing I was already a fairly dedicated reader when someone lent me The Colour of Magic sometime in the late 1980s.  I quickly devoured the other handful of Discworld books that had been published, then over the years I purchased the others pretty much as they appeared in paperback, though I have a fair few in hardback as well.

All of the books do the basics very well - strong hook and plot, good characterisation and contextualisation, great sense of place, engaging prose and style - to which Terry liberally mixed in invention, imagination, satire, and wit, using his stories as lens to reflect on social, cultural and political issues.  The Discworld and its colourful set of inhabitants demanded repeat visits and I've no doubt that I'll return to his books many times in the years to come, as well as continue to thrust them into the hands of others.  If I had to pick a favourite I think it would be Guards! Guards! (the first of the City Watch books).

The image above was shared into my Facebook page and I think originates with Jay Jw Anthony Coates.  It uses one of the last of tweets in Terry's twitter feed and I just love the idea of the luggage scooting after him.  A remarkable writer and humanist whose books will be read for generations to come.

My posts this week
Soft boiled egg
Review of The Few by Nadia Dalbuono
The Impact of the Data Revolution on Official Statistics: Opportunities, Challenges and Risks
Review of Brighton Rock by Graham Greene

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Soft boiled egg

The woman’s head had cracked like a soft boiled egg, brains and blood spread in a wide arc.

‘How the hell did she get up there?’ The young garda said, staring up at the tall steeple.

‘More to the point,’ Carter replied, ‘why was she up there and did she jump or was she pushed?’

‘Jumped.  Why struggle all the way up there with her?’

‘To scare her.  To witness her trying to fly.  To make it appear like suicide.  One thing’s certain, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men aren’t going to put her back together again.’





A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Review of The Few by Nadia Dalbuono (Scribe, 2014)

Detective Leone Scamarcio is the black sheep of his mafia family having joined the Rome police force and become a detective.  Not long after another argument, his boss confronts Scamarcio not to repair bridges but to ask him to secretly investigate on behalf of the prime minister the death of a rent boy who was photographed frolicking with a senior politician.  So far the scandal has been kept out of the media, but it’s only a matter time before the story breaks.  At first the case is baffling, with two other young men perishing and a fellow cop left fighting for his life, but then Scamarcio is pointed towards the island of Elba, where a young American girl has been abducted from a beach, traumatising her parents.  The local cops are not happy at having Scarmarcio interfering with their investigation, especially since he quickly identifies flaws in their approach, but he gradually makes progress.  The problem is that all the leads point to an even greater political and criminal scandal.

Set in the city of Rome and the island of Elba, Nadia Dalbuono’s debut novel mixes police procedural with political thriller. The central character is Leone Scamarcio, a loner who is an outsider within the police force given his family’s mafia connections, who also has a mild anger management problem being unafraid to let his boss know exactly what he thinks of a poor decision or action.  The plot involves Scamarcio covertly investigating a sexual scandal involving a senior politician that has become a murder case.  The start of the story felt a little clunky, both in terms of its plotting and telling, but becomes more assured as it progresses, especially when the tale moves to Elba.  Here, there is more of a sense of place and better framing and contextualisation.  However, on return to Rome it becomes a little fanciful again and the twist in the resolution felt weak and unlikely.  Nevertheless, Scamarcio is an appealing character and the story rattles along, hooking the reader in, and there is plenty of intrigue and tension.  Overall, an entertaining read that shows promise as the start of a new series.   

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Review of Brighton Rock by Graham Greene (1938, Vintage)

Exposed by a newspaper, Pinkie’s boss was killed by a rival gang.  Now the journalist is wandering across Brighton pursued by the gang now controlled by the seventeen year old.  He latches onto day tripper, Ida Arnold, a matronly woman looking for a good time, but when she visits a bathroom the journalist disappears.  Pinkie has his revenge and sets about covering his tracks, leaving a false trail of newspaper competition cards in public places.  Although ruled as a natural death, Ida isn’t convinced and when the police prove uninterested, she starts to retrace the newspaper man’s steps.  In Snow’s cafe she discovers the sixteen year old, Rose.  The waitress soon becomes caught in the middle of the paranoid and volatile Pinkie and the formidable Ida.

Published in 1938, Brighton Rock traces the aftermath of a murder as its principal protagonist tries to cover his tracks as he becomes increasingly paranoid and skittish.  Pinkie has graduated from poverty to head of a razor gang working the fringes of the Brighton races.  Seeking revenge his gang murder a journalist, but leave a crucial clue, which Pinkie subsequently tries to collect, meeting the naive and impressionable, Rose.  Together start an unsettled relationship, pursued by the worldly-wise Ida Arnold who is suspicious of the journalists death.  Greene uses this scenario to explore the themes of right and wrong, and good and evil, framed within Pinkie and Rose’s Catholic upbringing, their poverty and alienation from society, and the gang rivalry operating in Brighton.  It is this framing, along with the characterisation, that is the real strength of the story adding a distinct literary sensibility to the storytelling.  Pinkie, Rose and Ida are three-dimensional characters with depth that evolve over the course of the tale.  The relationship between Pinkie and Rose is particularly nicely portrayed, revealing its complexities and imbalances.  The plot itself is fairly linear and well telegraphed, but nonetheless still compelling as it unfolds to its inevitable conclusion.  Overall, a tense and engaging slice of literary noir.


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Lazy Sunday Service

Twenty months ago I started a large five year project entitled the 'Programmable City'.  I thought that I would be out and about doing fieldwork, catching up on reading, and writing empirically based papers.  Instead I mostly spent that time setting things up, supervising other researchers or running training courses, reading and editing their stuff, writing contextual and more theoretical papers, giving talks, and working on other projects.  One of my new year's resolutions was to change that and I've spent the last four weeks out and about doing fieldwork.  I've conducted 30 interviews so far with key informants from city authorities, state agencies, companies, and civic groups, for a project entitled 'Smart Dublin', with another 15 or so to go.  It's been a real joy.  And the whole process has shifted my thinking on the notion of smart cities somewhat.  The key thing now is to make sure I continue to find the time for this.  I've already blocked off six weeks later in the year when I hope to doing a similar set of interviews in Boston.  The next challenge is to try and block-off time to process and analyze the material and write-up the findings!


My posts this week
February reads
Review of Red Joan by Jennie Rooney
Reviewing reviews
Review of The Winter Queen by Boris Akunin
Two 3 year postdocs on the Programmable City project
The red section

Saturday, March 7, 2015

The red section

‘What in heaven’s name?’ John paused, his gaze travelling over the bookcases.  ‘What have you done?’

‘I thought I’d put some order on the place,’ the assistant replied without looking up, sorting through a stack of tomes. 

‘The books were ordered!  By subject area.’

‘That was too untidy.  This system is much neater.’

‘But it’s arranged by cover colour!  How is anyone meant to find anything?’

‘Duh!  By going to section that matches the colour of the book.’

‘Have you lost your mind?  Where’s Bernie?’

‘Her colours didn’t fit a section.’

‘Didn’t fit?’

‘But now she’s in the red section.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Review of The Winter Queen by Boris Akunin (Phoenix, 2004)

Moscow, May 1876.  A young man enters Alexander Gardens, propositions a rich young woman, then when rejected puts a pistol to his head and pulls the trigger.  The case is initially ruled as a tragic suicide, but novice detective, Erast Fandorin, is not convinced.  Suspicious of the circumstances of the death and the conditions of the will he starts to investigate.  He is soon drawn into the orbit of a beautiful woman with a harem of gentleman admirers and is witness to a murder.  Having persuaded his boss to allow him to follow the trail, Fandorin heads from Moscow to London, slowly becoming aware that he has stumbled on a worldwide conspiracy, placing his life in mortal danger.

The Winter Queen is a historical conspiracy tale, following the exploits of a dashing young detective, Erast Fandorin, as he seeks to foil a dangerous plot in late nineteenth century Moscow.  It’s billed on the cover as ‘Sherlock Holmes meets James Bond’, the tale is knowingly a little fanciful, focusing on the dastardly plans of a shadowy organisation.  Whilst it’s got many of the essential ingredients for such a story, the only real mystery is how the detective could not fathom the conspiracy when it is in plain sight to the reader.  Moreover, the conspiracy requires a little too much suspension of disbelief at times.  Fandorin is portrayed as a hero with much promise as a detective, and whilst he does manage to solve the case by following his intuition, he is also naive and makes some very poor decisions along the way, relying on the intervention of others and luck.  The result is that after a decent start the story is largely held together by its swashbuckling endeavours, its portrayal of upper class Moscow and its hierarchical societal structures, and pace.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Reviewing reviews


As well as posting my reviews onto the blog, I also record them on Goodreads, and put most of them up on Amazon.  I've just noticed that my Amazon reviewer ranking has fallen out of the top 1000 and had a browse of how people have rated the reviews.  86% of the 'votes' deem the reviews helpful, which means almost 1 in 6 thought them unhelpful.  Interestingly, a review of a book I gave five stars to seems just as likely to receive an unhelpful vote as a three star review.  This, I think, is good as it suggests that the review is being judged on its merits as a review, and not on how strongly is favours the book.  Or at least I hope that's what is going on giving how the reviewing system is often gamed.  It would be interesting to know the reasoning behind 'votes', not so they can be challenged (everyone after all is entitled to an opinion), but to see if there is any useful observations that might feedback into my reviewing.  Reviewers rarely get such feedback beyond 'nice review' comments - well this reviewer doesn't - but it would be incredibly useful input.  So, if you've any observations and constructive critique about my reviews, please leave a note in the comment section.  Thanks!