I really wanted to like this book, I so did. But, unfortunately, like most modern crime thrillers, it starts off exciting and pacy, but soon trundles down a road of standard clichés, and turns into a big convoluted mess.
Detective van del Pol discovers the body of a young woman off the harbour in the early morning. Like a typical cop, he wants to investigate further, but is deterred by younger guy Bergveld.
Van der Pol is sure something funny is going on, and seeks to investigate further behind Bergveld's back, but his superior Joost then threatens him to back off.
On one of his on-duty visits with his female assistant to the Red Light District, he checks in on one of the prostitutes and she appears to be frightened. His assistant notices a man watching the visit from across the road, remaining hidden among the shadows, and van der Pol assumes this guy is to blame.
Van der Pol goes on his quest to find out more about the dead woman and the man in the shadows, despite continual pressure from everyone to give up, and is even threatened by his superior. Van der Pol then fears that his teenage daughter will get caught up in all of this.
His investigations seem to show some political foul play is underfoot. After a meeting with politician Rem Lottman, van der Pol agrees to work for him in exchange for information and help, finding out about the Netherland's gifts-for-energy scheme that is going on with oil rich countries.
What I found wrong with this is that the first 100 pages went along really interestingly, and I thought the Amsterdam setting works really well and enjoyed the street settings. Then, after that, the story went to Brussels, which kind of bored me, and went down a political corruption route, which I didn't like either. The write-up on the back didn't seem to suggest any of this, let alone the cover.
The characters were flat and weak. The wife and daughter of van der Pol were so boring and clichéd. I wanted them to be different, but they hit the same notes as many other books - a nagging wife and an eye-ball rolling daughter who has only one note - sarcasm.
The prose and writing style got more complicated to understand as the book went on, and I did not like how the author added facts about certain buildings and cases, etc. It broke up the flow of the story and it was like they were notes taken from Wikipedia.
I also didn't like how one minute he has to leave his wife when they were on holiday and go and investigate the case in Norway, only then to go back a few pages later. It was unnecessary padding.
The story does not clean itself up at the end. I was confused as to why certain things happened and there was no closure at all. What was the point of the whole book? I was left annoyed that I'd wasted my time. I guess that's the problem when you read something like this after reading a Dostoyevsky.