On paper the The Irregular sounds like a winner; former leader of Sherlock Holmes’ Baker Street Irregulars, now grown up, is recruited to spy for the British Government newly formed intelligence agency in the run up to the First World War. It seems to promise old fashioned, escapist espionage adventure, along the lines of the 39 Steps, with plenty of action and intrigue.
Instead what we get is book that doesn’t seem to know what it wants to be. At times it seems to be a piece of escapist adventure, with Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson in walk on parts, the fate of the Empire potentially at stake and a hero with almost superhuman powers of observation and deduction. At others it becomes a serious drama, based around real events and featuring real people such as Winston Churchill, with flawed, human characters motivated by often prosaic concerns.
The constant switching between these two identities leaves the book feeling disjointed and lacking a clear identity, making it hard to fully engage with. This is a shame, because there are some good things on offer. Wiggins, the eponymous Irregular, is a promising lead character, and his boss Kell is allowed to be more than the typical stiff backed CO dolling out orders and displeasure in equal measure. Action, when it occurs, is well written and punchy. The espionage elements of the plot involving attempts by the other Great Powers to steal British military technology provide the requisite intrigue, even if they are slightly undercooked. The period setting, and especially London itself, provide plenty of atmosphere.
What’s less successful are what I would describe as the more serious, ‘soapier’ parts of the story. The romantic subplot for example, never fully convinces, feeling too manufactured for the sake of the plot, with its ultimate conclusion entirely predictable from some way out. Equally the attempts to shoehorn in real events, or at least variations on them, don’t fit entirely comfortably with the more escapist parts of the plot. When in the final pages of the book the author suddenly sets up links to another well-known but entirely fictional British spy, the disconnect between this side of the book and the parts set amongst the real life slums of East End London in the early 20th century could not be starker.
Had Lyle crafted a more streamlined story with a more consistent identity I suspect that The Irregular would have been a far more satisfying read. Instead what we have here is an origin tale that seems in search of the right tone and focus, finding both only sporadically. As the opening episode of an ongoing series it probably does enough to make some readers come back for more, but the next instalment really needs to lock down a clear identity for the ongoing adventures of The Irregular.
I received prepublication copies of The Irregular via both The Amazon Vine Programme and NetGalley in exchange for an unbiased review.