Meet Terry Fennell, Belfast's guiltiest drunk and most unobliging detector. A former soldier for a secret branch of the army, Terry dealt with all the things that go bump in the night, now cut loose and disenfranchised after a secret handshake between the government and the nocturnal element put him out of a job and on to the dole queue.
When a distraught mother seeks Terry out to help find her kids, kidnapped by her back-from-the-dead ex-husband, he can't resist the lure of fast money. However, a simple no hope case turns into a complex web of lies and misdirection as Terry finds himself plunged into a life and death chase where violence is the fastest route to the truth and hard drinking is a hangover cure. It's the sort of life he wishes was somebody else's. It's the sort of life that could get you... Deadfast.
McCann's first novel meshes Colin Bateman, Irvine Welsh and grisly Garth Ennis horror right out of the gate. It's a compelling read full of local touchstones. The author has a clear imaginative style that manifests from small directing to the largesse, which is a big feature blockbuster quality.
During the first two acts there are a number of stand alone tales interspersed within the main narrative which suggest an anthology. These are brilliantly written but wear the read down, at times turning the story's exposition and twists into confusion. So it's heavier than the contents deserve, and a slog in places, but great fun, entertaining in it's mayhem, wickedly funny and the author works to befriend the reader with clever observations, cultural sharing, even empathy. In fact there's street smarts and heart smarts. If it sounds too weighty, try McCann's The Mog Princess which does all off this, shorter and more intimately.