This is my first book by Simon Kernick. If I hadn't bought two of them at the same time, it would have been my last, but I figure I ought to try the other one since it's here already.
Anyway, the book grabbed me from the first sentence: "I've been worried that I'm not who they say I am for a while now." But the more I read, the more bizarre and implausible it got. Our hero has to run for his life from some bad guys who are desperate to get information from him, information that he doesn't have - except that it might be buried deep in his memory, which he lost after an accident. Okay, fine, but after a while it just began to make little sense. They keep coming at him with the same question: "Where are the bodies?" So of course he has to run like hell - with no resources, little money, and no idea whom he can trust (rather Harlan-Coben-ish, I thought). He winds up on a wild odyssey using buses and trains and hiding out in a barn - you name it. By the time we find out what they're looking for and what's really happened, the whole business about these "bodies" makes no sense - I couldn't figure out why it was so important that they discover where the bodies were. It certainly didn't seem important enough to pursue this guy to the extent that he did, not to mention killing all the people that got killed along the way. The body count in this story got ridiculous; I lost count, but there were something like eight or ten people who wound up dead, some of whom were just collateral damage. Because of that, it was the kind of book that, when it comes to an end, instead of the reader feeling a sense of satisfaction that it's over and the truth has come out, the reader feels empty because there's been so much death and destruction along the way that it's hard to feel good about any of it.
The protagonist is far from an innocent in all of this, and his detective friend is barely of any help. The bad guys are borderline cartoonish. And seriously, does there really have to be so much torture, or threat of torture, in books like this? People who read murder mysteries generally have a reasonably thick skin where talk of violent death is concerned, but really, some of the descriptions of how the bad guys plan to get information out of others is truly gruesome, and you get the feeling that the author enjoyed writing about it a little more than is comfortable to think about.
A lot of information got leaked by the simplest imaginable method: bugging, i.e. listening devices. Apparently half the characters had access to listening devices AND to the homes and offices and phones of the people from whom they wanted information. It's like they all attended the same spy school. Yeah, not implausible at all (!).
And the denouement, aside from being confusing, was a huge disappointment. There were breathlessly-spoken hints all along that there was some huge conspiracy afoot which reached the highest levels of the British government. I thought "what's it going to be? A plot to kill the Prime Minister? An attempt to conceal evidence that the Prince of Wales is a pedophile?" No; after all the running around, shooting, Russian gangsters, dirty cops, etc., the truth that came out was so pedestrian that even the main character commented on it: "I can't believe this whole thing's just about (SPOILER ALERT)........a company takeover." You and me both, buddy.
I have to admit that I did laugh at one moment at the end, though, when one of the bad ones came out brandishing a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. I couldn't help wondering whether she also had a bottle of poison in her pocket just in case.
No. If this is Kernick's typical style, I'm not going to look for any more of his wild tales, once I finish the second book of his that I unwisely already bought.