The striking cover gives a good idea what to expect from this hard punching debut novel, a hardboiled Seamus private detective working the mean streets of London. This is Piccadilly Noir and if you visit the author’s website you will get an understanding of what he was aiming for. Taking the American Noir of Chandler and Hammett and supplanting it in the seedier streets of London, but with the deft flick of a cutthroat razor, shorn of all the West Coast glamour. It might be laid on a little thick at times, but he has absolutely nailed it, capturing all the spirit and vibe, but giving it a uniquely British flavour. It is much more than pastiche though; it reads like it is written by a man who is steeped in the genre.
George Harley is our hero, a Cockney private detective with a good reputation even with the police. At the start he is looking for a young girl who has been abducted. He tracks her down and discovers a whole lot more, the missing daughter of a diplomat and a disturbed man, who has been inspired by an incendiary book. This is the first step on what will prove to be a disturbingly dark investigation.
A gruesome murder of a child, that points to more, this murder is no run of the mill street one by the razor or cosh of a gang member. This sees Scotland Yard asking for Harley’s assistance, which is good work but somewhat problematic, he has a reputation on the streets to keep so the last thing he needs is to be marked as a copper’s nark. George is a man with his work cut out, which makes for an eventful storyline.
The story encompasses ritualistic murder, which leads the investigation into bizarre and uncomfortable worlds, with controlling individuals, a side order of decadence and a generous sprinkling of deviance. There is the explosive book, written by a toff, which seems to warp the minds of the vulnerable who read it. However, far more concerning is a secret sect of quasi-religious occultists, influenced by mesmerism and drugs, who are devotes to the principles of sex magick (sic) and disturbing rituals. The obvious inspiration here comes from Aleister Crowley, considered to be the most evil or enlightened man of the twentieth century depending on who is giving the opinion. Here the author riffs on all the mixed-up beliefs, capturing their essence but also giving a twist of his own. Fans of Dennis Wheatley’s occult novels are going to love this storyline, and he has even managed recreate some of the period feel to his writing.
This is very much a London novel, loud and proud with a fabulous feel for the late 1920s. The action takes us from the tenements and slums to the docks, from the world of jazz clubs to the all-night cafes, with tea and the ubiquitous egg and chips, and many stops in between. There are prostitutes of every description and cheeky street urchins willing to do errands for a few pence and always cadging a smoke (a Gold Flake). The author has made great effort to replicate the language, particularly the slang of the era (there is a glossary) that helps to give an authentic feel to the prose and at times you can forget it is a modern book. The depiction of the gangs also seems about right. This is the time when the Maltese ran the porn and prostitution and the Jewish the scams. These were brutal men in tough times, we are left in no doubt.
Its dark, its gory, evoking an earlier time of the penny dreadfuls, that traded on the ability to shock, added to which is a real feel for the macabre and the grotesque. There are some lovely little knowing touches, such as where it is suggested that an action was nicked from a gothic melodrama.
The central character George Harley is a complex and enigmatic character, there are glimpses behind the facade to the real man beneath, but I suspect there will be much more to come in subsequent novels. He is no stranger to brutality being a trench raider during the war, exposing him to the bloodiest of combat with the enemy, hand to hand, eyeball to eyeball, something that will never leave him. After that he worked for MI5, so he is a man who can hold secrets, which is handy for his line of work. He is also clearly intelligent, possessing his uncle’s eclectic library and honest. There is also great loyalty with his friends like Solly the one-time British Middleweight Champion, a man who looks out for his welfare.
The pacing is excellent, it buzzes along nicely but its not relentless, allowing space for wonderfully colourful descriptions of the sights and sounds along the way. The tension builds up nicely as does the jeopardy, with occasional releases so it doesn’t blow its top too early. The denouement is stunning, with a double dip ending that is simply jaw dropping and leaves the reader wanting more.