Head of State is Andrew Marr's fiction debut, concerning a scandalous plot at the heart of government, some murders, a spot of journalistic crusading and the backdrop of an imminent referendum on the European question.
It's very enjoyable, even compelling in places, but the final impression is that Marr has basically combined the seat-of-your-pants, make-it-up-as-we-go-along plot freedom of an early Ben Elton novel, with the cosy, middle-class and humour-free low ambition of a recent Ben Elton novel. However, by making it timey-wimey and presenting the story out of chronological order Marr creates some jaw-dropping story moments.
Let's look at the problems with it: firstly Marr keeps referring to himself (now Martin Amis can do this, and does so, masterfully, in Money) as a 'thing' - to characters "not even going on Marr" - a reference to his TV show. If we knew from the outset the book was set in 2017, this would be plausible, but you only find this detail out at the end, and until then the impression given is that the action is set a decade or so from now when, let's be honest, there wouldn't still be a BBC One Marr show to go on.
Secondly, the choice of cultural references is a bit lazy. Is Rory Bremner still really going to be the only decent political impressionist in the UK a few years from now? Why not make up a new one? Why strive so for verisimilitude in a work of fiction? Even Michael Dobbs didn't pursue this route in House of Cards.
Thirdly, the cast of characters. Yes, a politico is a politico is a politico, but even the background characters and younger cast feel like they've been borrowed from the same stock character reserve that Elton used to frequent so regularly for his first three novels. Here a hastily-drawn foul-mouthed old novelist, there a bumbling Lord.
Lastly the book is predicated around the British public's abiding love and affection for their long-serving Prime Minister (who is explicitly not Cameron or Johnson). Now, 2015 is an election year, and whoever wins has two years in office to become this well-seasoned and fondly loved old grandee of British politics. Seems a bit of an ask. After two years we still weren't sure about Blair, but two years has been enough to roundly despise every other Prime Minister in living memory.
As a debut, it's great, and as an (inevitable) BBC mini-series it'll be fine, but next time I for one hope Marr gives us something a bit less Ben Elton and a bit more....actually where is the great novel about frontline politics? Maybe Marr should aim high. He's certainly a good enough writer...