I'm a fan of the TV series of Frost, mainly because I love David Jason. And this book certainly lived up to my expectations in terms of the complexity of the crimes and the difficulties faced by Frost in solving them. A young boy is found murdered, a teenage girl is picked up, naked, by the side of the road after a kidnapping, a family of three children and their mother are found dead and Frost is facing the normal amount of adversity as he tries to bring each case to its conclusion.
However, there were two things I was disappointed with which I had perhaps been spoilt by with the TV series. The first was Frost himself. Although he's a bit scruffy and he doesn't follow the rules, David Jason's Frost still has something gentlemanly about him. The Frost in the novel is frankly disgusting. I know he is a product of his time, but his clothes went beyond scruffy to utterly filthy, I can only imagine how he smelt what with the amount of cigarettes he smoked (and butts he carried with him) and how little he seemed to go home and actually wash, and I thought his manners and jokes were usually offensively inappropriate. As such, although I love Frost, I didn't love this one.
Secondly, I found myself getting utterly exasperated with the back-stabbing, one-upmanship, self-aggrandisement, hatred, resentment and discord which seemed to be the daily bread and butter of the Denton police. How on earth they ever managed to solve a case is completely beyond me as most characters seemed more interested in themselves than anything else. Perhaps I'm naive, but to me, without at least a modicum of teamwork, very little is ever going to be achieved, and I don't think a single character, except perhaps Frost in a few instances, gave a damn about trying to work as a team. As such, it felt unrealistic. I don't deny that politics exists in every organisation (I defy anyone to tell me one where it doesn't) but this descended into kindergarten playground tactics more often than not.
Personally, I think I'll go back to David Jason.