This was a novel I picked up purely because it sounded interesting, knowing nothing about the author and with my experience of Egypt limited to my mother’s holiday photos from a few years ago. But I have a weakness for interesting sounding crime and thriller novels and an extreme weakness for free books, so finding this on my office’s giveaway bookshelf meant it covered all my favourite things.
Cairo detective Lieutenant Sammy Rashid has his day off interrupted by his superior, Colonel Hammoudi, following the murder of Dr Adam Ibram, who was working on the millennium celebrations to be held at Giza. The only obvious lead is an amulet belonging to an Islamic group that had been thought to have been disbanded for more than 80 years. Things make no sense and get worse when Rashid is assigned to work with FBI Special Agent Daisy Brooke, who he takes an instant dislike to and the feeling is entirely mutual. Then the CIA claim evidence and witnesses keep showing up dead and there is what appears to be a ghoul killing people with increasing regularity around Cairo and Rashid thinks he is being followed by a large figure dressed all in black.
There is enough intrigue here to fill several novels, and it took a little while for things to get going, as events seemed to be a bit all over the place. Then, just as things seemed to be nearing a conclusion and things were starting to make a little more sense, the novel took a complete turn, both in terms of plot and genre and became something entirely different and unexpected. In many ways, this reminded me of “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull” and was equally as confusing and unwelcome here as it was in the film, seeming that the writer had two ideas he couldn’t stretch into individual novels and so he welded them together, but did so clumsily enough that you can still see the join.
Sadly, this wasn’t the only issue I had with the book, as whilst the storyline had something going for it in being entirely unpredictable thanks to being largely ridiculous, the relationship between Daisy Brooke and Sammy Rashid followed entirely too predictable paths and events moved along at more or less the same pace as in any other thriller novel. It also appeared that Colonel Hammoudi was something of a magician, as he kept being left in particularly tricky situations, only to turn up at a later point with no explanation as to how he might have got away. It also seems that Asher has given some of his characters Egyptian and American heritages, so he can write in Americanisms rather than having to worry too much about how Egyptians speak and thus widen the potential audience for the novel. Whilst Asher is apparently an expert on the country and its history, it seems this doesn’t extend to their manner of speech.
However, this is by no means a bad novel, as the combination of predictability, the deus ex machina in the form of Hammoudi and the sudden plot and genre shift partway through means you can never be entirely sure what to expect. Whilst this is quite an unsettling feeling, it is at least memorable, although that may not turn out to be a good thing. It has left me with mixed feelings about how I feel about this novel and whether I would want to read anything else Asher has written, as whilst the pace of the novel is headlong, which I like, it often feels out of control, which I’m less keen on. It’s worth a look for the things that make it different; namely the setting, the detailed research and the plot twist, but less so for the unsettled feeling and predictable plot devices.