Firstly, let me say that I have overall enjoyed reading the series in order, but these books are starting to annoy me and the annoyance is growing with each book.
1. Mr Robinson's obsession with making a point of mentioning a CD or piece of music that Banks is listening to by naming the track and singer or compsoer or referencing CD's on shelves of people he visits.
2. Constant reference to Banks's drink being Laphroaig - has to be product placement.
3. Dialogue that is pointless, slowing the story down and the general mysogynistic vibe
You know when you notice something that doesn't normally bother you but when it does it becomes the only thing you can think about? Regular readers of this series will know all about Banks's classical music preference. (I notice some contributors have also mentioned this annoying trait in their reviews). Does it really need to be thrust down our throats all the time? At the start and end of each section I am waiting to read about the CD he is listening to and it is becoming an unnecessary distraction.
It only took until the first word of the second paragraph of this book before we saw the word "Beethoven". 58 words in and there it was looming large causing me concern of what was to come. The first reference to classical music. It's not just classical though in this book and it got so crazy that I started making a note of every time a muscian that he was listening to was mentioned. He has even started to list the CDs on their shelves of people he visits .....Classical, Pop or easy listening. Oasis, Coldplay, David Bowie, Beth Orton, Bob Dylan, a suspect collecting vinyl records that are shelved in year of release and Beethoven (again). Jazz, Elgar, Tom Waits, Joy Division, Pet Shop Boys, Elvis Costello, Dire Straits, Tracy Chapman and Fleetwood Mac. Radio 3 playing chamber music. Bach and Mozart. Beethoven (yes again), Mariza, Beatles via Mantivani, Cassandra Wilson, Radio 3 special on Bud Powell. Soile Isokoski singing Richard Strauss. Gundula Janowitz, Van Morrison and Helen Shapiro. With Helen Shapiro we get a lovely anecdote about her releasing a single in the 60's where the middle of the record was missing so you had to buy that separately to be able to listen to it. Aaarrrggh. Cesaria Evora, John Mayall. Jesse Winchester, The Clash. Schubert and Mozart. And then back full circle to Beethoven.
Next its the references to alcohol. Annie doesn't drink wine but "Sainsbury's Montepulciano d'Abruzzo", Banks doesn't have a whisky but Laphroaig (all the flippin' time), except when in the local) where his companion drinks campari and soda ! Really? Campari and soda in the local? Apologies to all of those Campari and soda drinkers. I'm sure you exist.
Peter Robinson's Banks isn't Ian Rankin's Rebus, Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch or Phillip Kerr's Bernie Gunther when it comes to chat is he? The conversations are generally argumentative and I don't think I've laughed once at a line Banks gives. In no way can he deliver a line like the other detectives I mention. Chats are too long with pointless questions dragging the conversation out with dialogue that just doesn't go anywhere. Edit, edit, edit.
The descriptions, particularly of the women and what they are wearing borders on the creepy.
I enjoy the series, but I think Banks himself would look down his nose at this type of detective story if he ever picked one up whilst sipping his Laphroaig and listening to arias on his portable CD player.
I am considering abandoning Banks but I want to stick with him until I see him subscribing to Spotify to listen to his banging tunes. Oh how funny, on his website Mr Robinson now has playlists on Spotify to support his books. I kid you not. Perhaps we will see Banks listen to his own playlist in future books.
Maybe I'm turning into a grumpy old Banks and I feel better for getting this off my chest. I'm logging off now to have a pint of Carlsberg with lime and watch a box set. Just so you know.