4.5★
“‘Careful, Bailey.’ Gerald lowered his voice again. ‘We’re back in the corridors of power and we’re the expendable ones.’
‘Just like old times.’”
John Bailey, Bailey, is an Aussie journalist who survived, but never really recovered from, his years spent reporting on the war in Iraq. He’s back in Sydney now, where his adult daughter lives, as well as his remarried ex-wife and his ex-girlfriend/partner (a cop) who eventually gave up on him when he kept drifting back to war zones and forgetting to stay in touch.
We find out why he didn’t stay in touch through an occasional chapter from the past, although I was pleased that the timeline doesn’t keep shifting, and it is never confusing. Past events are introduced as we need to know them, and after we have witnessed a few of the nightmares or flashbacks.
We also see that the women in his life are all fond of him in spite of himself, and I was too. After Iraq he was sent to London, a place out of the line of fire, they thought. Where he could recuperate, they thought. Report on politics and the fallout from 9/11.
“Less than twenty-four hours after Bailey had written a story about London’s successful bid to host the 2012 Olympic Games, he was back in what felt like a warzone.
When Bailey arrived at Edgware Road tube station on the morning of 7 July 2005, the smoke was still billowing from the underground and people were stumbling over each other, their blackened faces in shock at the terror that had killed, maimed and bloodied so many.”
After more years spent working around Europe, his self-medication catches up with him. He passes out once too often in the foyer of the building and the neighbours complain.
“He was drinking himself to sleep. When the bad dreams began to seep into his days, Bailey started opening a bottle at lunchtime. Then breakfast. It had always started with one drink. Just enough to numb the pain. Until just enough was never enough.”
He’s sent back to Sydney where a murder triggers an intense investigation that seems to be connected to the highest level of politicians, spies, criminals, gangsters, and some international intrigue. Aussie, American, Chinese, and friends. Just the sort of case he needs to relax, right?
Of course, when he turns on the radio, he doesn’t get his favourite Stones music, he gets a local radio shock jock. He speaks for me as well when he calls them
“Inflammatory morons masquerading as journalists, purveyors of somebody’s truth, the working people’s watchdog. They were the nation’s best bullshitters. Yet, somehow, they were always talking about the issues that people cared about.”
About Keith Roberts himself:
“It was almost impossible to challenge the views of a guy like Keith Roberts. When people tried, he simply raised the tone of his voice. The louder he spoke, the more right he was. Heavy with opinion, light on facts. And he was a bully.”
But there are good guys – it’s just hard to be sure who they are. His editor is an old friend, and another old American friend turns up, and eventually everybody seems to be, or have been, in bed with, or cahoots with, everybody else, so it’s hard for Bailey (and us) to know who’s trustworthy and who’s playing both ends against the middle. A great read!
I enjoyed this as much for the location as the plot, because all of the places he goes around Sydney are my old stomping grounds (many years earlier). The story moves at such a rapid pace that I did have trouble believing Bailey was still on his feet after so much booze (single malt whiskey, thanks), so little sleep and taking so much physical punishment. I was exhausted.
The greater good is, more or less, the end justifies the means, and I have to admit that there is a certain satisfaction if I agree with the end – at least in fiction. 😊
Ayliffe understands the historical and political landscape, which makes this is frighteningly believable. It was published in 2018, so now I'm really keen to catch up on the next two books in the series.