The third book in the hilarious and enthralling Vinyl Detective mystery series. "Like an old 45rpm record, this book crackles with brilliance." David Quantick on Written in Dead WaxWhen one of his cats accidentally discovers a rare Victory Disc, the Vinyl Detective and his girlfriend Nevada are whisked into the world of big band swing music, and a mystery that began during the Second World War.Hired to track down the rest of the highly sought-after recordings of the Flare Path Orchestra, our hero will discover that the battles of the last world war aren't over yet. And if all this sounds simple, it's only because we haven't mentioned drive-by shootings, murderous neo-Nazis, or that slight case of being buried alive…
Andrew Cartmel's third novel in his Vinyl Detective series is as much fun as ever. There's the usual mixture of bizarre characetrs, rare records to track down & even a bit of murder here & there. The author's style is light & easy to read, but don't let that fool you. Behind all the fun there's a superb, tightly plotted thriller that goes back to the Second World War. The fourth adventure for the Vinyl Detective (Flip Back) will be published next year-I can hardly wait!
The Vinyl Detective may be my favourite series of books currently being written. Certainly, it’s the only one I can think of where I actually make a point of reading each new installment not long after they come. I’d genuinely feel bad if I ever fell behind.
Undoubtedly there’s a certain silliness to the whole enterprise, the set-up requires some suspension of disbelief. It’s a series of tales about a collector of old records who – through the simple act of gathering old vinyl (often from charity shops) – finds himself involved in all kinds of crime, skulduggery and international intrigue. It’s essentially Nick Hornby meets James Bond. But as a somewhat geeky middle-aged man (although not one who collects vinyl records or who has any particular liking for jazz) and a fan of spy novels, this is thus very much my kind of book.
This one takes place in more of a minor key than its predecessors. (That doesn’t mean the tension is any less though – indeed, there’s one terrifying near death scene that Fleming would be proud of, if he sent Bond out more to the English countryside.) Our hero is hired to find some old 78 records from the Second World War (so actually pressed on shellac, rather than vinyl), but he still stumbles upon an old murder, neo-Nazis and historic espionage.
Of course, they’re in no way realistic, but if you’re tired of the endlessly gritty crime dramas which populate TV these days, then you can do worse than curling up with a book that’s light and breezy and – even as its protagonist heads off on his latest life and death case – knows not to take itself too seriously.
“Right up there,” he said pointing at the ceiling. It was some kind of chunky textured white surface - now yellow with the nicotine of yesteryear- with dark old wooden beams running across it. Affixed to the beams were various allegedly antique objects- a lantern, a large pewter tankard, some strange agricultural tool- which represented a serious navigational hazard to anyone who was tall and especially, I imagined, tall drunks.
Chosen at random for a challenge (green book cover) this was my introduction to the Vinyl Detective series, by British writer and counterpart of Ben Aaronovitch (Rivers of London), Andrew Cartmel, both one-time writers for Dr Who. Like Bill Pronzini’s “Nameless detective” series, the narration is in the first person (but happily not present tense), and the reader does not learn his actual name. Suffice to know that he is based in London and supports himself by finding rare vinyl records in good condition from second hand stores and fairs, for a generation who have newly discovered and prize them. (Remember Lindisfarne, Bonzo Dog Doo-dah band, Incredible String Band, anyone?)
But in this case he and girlfriend Nevada are retained by Joan Honeyland, daughter of WII orchestra leader Colonel Lucian “Lucky” Honeyland, a writer of children’s stories, to locate and collect any existing copies of music recorded on shellac by the Flare Path Orchestra, a contemporary of the Glenn Miller band.
At first I was in two minds about this one due to an excess of stereotypes of British eccentricity – the glutinous friend Tinkler, the ferret-like local historian, the self-promoting Stinky Stanmer, dozing surviving members of the Flare Path Orchestra, and the pair soon discovers that not everyone who knew Honeyland senior liked him, from the woman who illustrated his books to Danny Overland, the Australian arranger of the music - another stereotype but in this case his brusque manner injects some kind of sanity.
But all is not as it seems: there are a pair of tasty villains (neo-Nazis) to contend with, a man condemned and hanged for a murder he did not commit, a technicolour panel van and a cat or three including Abner, which farts after eating sardines (yes, it’s that kind of book).
The quirky humour aside, what I did like was the resourcefulness of the girlfriend Nevada, the way the tale weaves in wartime experiences of bomber pilots and the denouement. Will probably be appreciated more by musos than this reader.
I'm grateful to Titan for an advance copy of this book.
This is the 3rd in the series featuring the (unnamed) Vinyl Detective, his girlfriend Nevada, annoying best friend Tinkler, getaway driver Clean Head and, of course, cats Turk and Fanny. The setup is well established - the Vinyl Collector hunts down old records, and his commissions typically involve him in a historical mystery, which has enough echoes in the present to threaten considerable danger.
Victory Disc is no exception, but takes the gang out of their comfort zone (if being threatened, drugged, burgled or kidnapped can be so described) as the hunt is for even older and rarer records than before - specifically for wartime recordings of the RAF's Flare Path Orchestra, a band of serving airmen purportedly set up to compete with the Glenn Miller Orchestra. The Flare Path Orchestra wasn't, of course, real, the Miller band (of course) was. Yet Cartmel has an amazing knack for describing (totally fictitious) music so convincingly that you're almost there, listening to it. Very evocative, as is the name Flare Path Orchestra itself which made me think of Terrance Rattigan's play Flare Path, also set against the background of bomber crews in the Second World War.
Of course there's a mystery to be unravelled here, the murder of a young woman, Gillian Gadon, during the war, for which a young RAF officer was hanged. (I strongly approved of the fact that in this story Nevada insists on using Gadon's name, making her more than simply an object of male violence). This backstory intertwines with a commission, in the present, by the wealthy Miss Honeyland, to hunt down any serviving records by the Orchestra whose leader was her father, "Lucky" Lucian Honeyland. (One slight gripe: Honeyland's is described as "Colonel" - not an RAF rank, I think). That sets The Vinyl Detective (or the Shellac Shamus, as Nevada describes him now that he's delving into the age of 78s) tracking down surviving members of the band, widening his knowledge of the wartime bombing campaign (at the heart of the book there is, among other things, a compassionate argument about the cruelty of that campaign and its effect both on German cities and on the aircrew themselves).
This is Cartmel at his best, sending the team off on a series of rackety day trips to obscure corners of Kent, portraying the foibles and varied lives of the surviving band/ squadron members while throwing in an eclectic gallery of record eccentric collectors, menacing thugs, murder historians and, inevitably, more cats (poor Abner...) It all moves pretty briskly and - another thing I like in these books - the crew behave intelligently, understanding (from previous adventures) that there may be danger out there. Not that this makes the book staid or boring - it has a pretty scary climax and the revelations that follow complete a satisfying story, bringing the crimes of the past right into the present and showing how evil persists. Indeed there is something of a sense of urgency to the story and a demand to question appearances and remain vigilant. Another strong theme is erasure, particularly of artists (that's a vein consistently explored in all these books).
In all this was an exciting and atmospheric mystery and a good addition to the Vinyl Detective's casebook. I note that a further instalment, Flip Back, is due in 2019 and I wish the anonymous record-finder and his partner plenty of good, fresh coffee and decent food in their next outing.
Final note: while Cartmel avoids using the Collector's name - how long can he keep that up? - he does use pronouns, so I'm not just falling into a lazy assumption that the character is male!
Recent Reads: Victory Disc. The third of Andrew Cartmel's Vinyl Detective mysteries takes us into the world of the 78 and WWII dance big bands. A commission to track down the recordings of an RAF band leads to murders old and new, as well as a neo-Nazi conspiracy. The past has a way of coming back.
Another enjoyable read from the Vinyl Detective series, and I was delighted to discover that there will be another instalment next year. As a budding vinyl enthusiast, I think it is a novel idea to feature a treasure hunt for them as a main story - and it's not just anoraks, there's thrills and danger along the way. The characters are hugely likeable - especially Fanny and Turk, the cats. Nice read to pick up.
A little old lady named Honeyland comes seeking help to find her father’s records from the war. He was a pilot, but also led a band that competed with Glen Miller. He later wrote children’s books, so she wants to sell the rights to his work to a company like Disney.
The detective sets out with Nevada to talk to the one man who has 78s, but he can’t help them. They manage to track down old bandmates who have a record or two and several anecdotes. One of the stories is about the murder of a girl by one of the band members, who was hanged for his crime.
There’s a mix of praise and anger towards Honeyland, the saddest story being that of the illustrator who worked for Honeyland and got no credit or pay, now living in subsidized housing. A sound engineer is to copy the records, but he’s killed before they’re done, making the search a dangerous undertaking.
As more comes out about Honeyland’s leanings it becomes clear he was a spy and his music was used to send messages to the Nazis. The detective almost dies by the hands of some neo Nazis, but Nevada saves him and they gain a rare Victory disc.
Tinkler is along for the ride and meets the great granddaughter of the murdered woman, who helps find the real killer, not the man who was hanged for the crime.
When all is said and done, Honeyland’s legacy is that of a traitor, his daughter has lost her war to keep the secret, and the records are left to someone who can value them.
Such a well constructed adventure. I loved the old guys who played in the band, and the creepy badger sett scene, very well written.
I didn’t want to think of any characters being behind all the chaos, but it did make sense when everything became clear at the end.
Book #61 - Victory Disc by Andrew Cartmel, the third book in the wonderful, funny Vinyl Detective series. I really enjoyed the first two books in this series, publicly praising it for being innovative, witty and amusing and that is also true for this third book in the series. In each of the books the protagonist, who is known as the Vinyl Detective for his knowledge of vinyl and his investigative skills, is asked to find some hard to find discs as well as dig up stories related to the music. In this case one of his cats discovers a rare Victory Disc and soon he is trying to find the highly sought-after recordings of the Flare Path Orchestra, a British big band during World War II, and a mystery that began during the war.
In each of the books the investigation encounters enemies who want to hurt if not kill the investigators and his friends who are helping them. This ranges from drive-by shootings to murderous Neo-Nazis to an attempt to bury a main character alive.
This is another fun caper with some excellent plot twists. I give it an 8.5
The vinyl detective and his girlfriend Nevada make an exception by searching for some pre-vinyl records--78 rpm's dating from World War II--for a hefty paycheck and, of course, curiosity. Their client's father was the bandleader for an RAF orchestra formed to compete with Glenn Miller. The bandleader also survived the War, where he served with some distinction, and wrote a series of much-loved children's books. As they track down some members of the band who are still alive, they also find a trail of murder, deceit, and danger. I pulled this book off the shelf not knowing that it is actually the third in the series. Back to the drawing board...
The elderly daughter of a wartime bandleader hires the Vinyl Detective to hunt down rare 78 RPM recordings of her dad's band from the 1940s. Some skinhead Neo-Nazis object to this...violently.
I'd probably enjoy these more if I was a jazz fan, but even knowing very little about this particular musical genre, these are fun stories. The characters are fairly likeable and the pacing is quite good. I can recommend them for those who enjoyed Ben Arrnonovitch's Rivers of London books.
This is my favourite of the series so far, the first one was bonkers but they have calmed down since then into almost cosy quirky mysteries. It does become slightly irritating that the narrator still doesn’t have a name, if I was rescuing my boyfriend from certain death I think I would probably use his name. But that aside I like these especially the cats.
I liked the book, BUT I have problems believing that someone who fought in WW2 can still be touring with a band while chain-smoking in 2018. I keep thinking of William Shatner who seems to be very lively well into his 90s, but it seems still too far fetched. Otherwise, I think this was best than the previous two books. A pity I was unable to forget the age of these guys.
A brilliant mystery for the vinyl detective solving a miscarriage of justice during the second world war. Add in the big band sounds of Glen Miller, old 78 shellac records, spying, traitors and Nazis, you have one cracking story which keeps you guessing until the end. A great read
In the 2nd and 3rd installments of this series, our unnamed, record-collecting music enthusiast is again tasked with the mission of finding missing vinyl. The searches, of course, lead to solving other deeper mysteries.
The characters seen in Book 1, 'Written In Dead Wax,' are back. While they significantly enhance the plot through their humor and insightful contributions, and give the books a feel of continuity, it's the musical elements incorporated into the historical fiction that I found engaging. Onward to books 4 and 5!
Another smartly written tale that moves along at a solid steady pace. With this third in the series, the cast of regulars are becoming familiar friends to the reader.
A perfect series for me--pretty mindless, but I like the main characters and the recurring side characters. I'll be sad when I read the 4th because then I will just have to wait for the next one.
Another enjoyable read from The Vinyl Detective series. As always, there is fun plot with a good dollop of mystery and plenty of fun. Ending feels a little rushed and the answer of 'whodunnit' maybe a bit obvious, but still a worthwhile read. As, I'm sure, will be the next in the series when I pick that up! 4/5
Crime fiction is a massive Genre and one way or another you have to stand out from the crowd. You can, as in this case make your detective specialise by giving them a title and insert it into The (blank) detective. Records are a bit niche and I kept wondering how many clients can you get waiting for you to search for some long lost vinyl? The Vinyl Detective is indeed a knowledgeable individual about their subject but at times the way he imparts facts he becomes an information dump. There are a number of plot holes which I found frustrating. The Vinyl Detective himself, we as the reader never discover his identity, his name is never mentioned not even in conversations. He obviously has a close relationship with his girlfriend Nevada and even when she is mad or concerned about him she never uses his name. People just don't do that. The plot also involves the war time murder of a young woman and her great grand daughter turns up in the story to aid the investigation. There needed to be some explanation in how the murder victim came to have at least one child. I did like some of the quirkiness in the novel and the way secrets were transmitted from England to Germany, but it wasn't enough to lift my overall rating.
The third novel from one of my favorite detective/mystery series. I have to say that although they've all been very entertaining, but the story also keeps geting better. Great narrative and humor by Andrew Cartmel about the nameless vinyl detective's adventure hunting down rare vinyl with his girlfriend Nevada, his best friend Tinkler and his two cats Turk and Fanny. In Victory Disc, the vinyl detective gang is involve in an adventure of hunting down a rare shellac disc from World War II era of The Flare Path Orchestra. A swing/Jazz Band consists of RAF soldiers. And as usual they got into the historical mystery of music and its intriques in the past. Who catches up to present time with all kinds of threats, even murder. This book is very-har-to-put-down. I love the humor. It also makes me more excited to also collect vintage stuff. In my case, BOOKS.
I enjoyed this series for the most part but only after I made some mental adjustments to my expectations. First there is a far greater demand on the suspension of disbelief than normally required by a book outside the Fantasy and SciFi genre. In fact if you read these as fantasy books with out the magic or as Doctor Who without the Doctor then it’s easier to just enjoy them for what they are. Cartmel also use a lot of TV style false drama to drive story - lots of sitcom misunderstanding and false drama along the way that kind of get in the way of the real mystery and drama. If you get past all the. Then they are enjoyable in the way a quirky TV show might be.
What a great book! I have to say this series just keeps getting better and better. The Vinyl Detective (we still don't know his name, I wonder why) and Nevada are hired to find rare shellac discs recorded during the WWII, a near impossible task. Along the way, as usual, they get caught in a big mess that involves a children's book, neo-nazis, hippies, WWII veterans, etc. Like I said, the usual. I found myself laughing out loud, while commuting, at some of the shenanigans. And once more I got the urge or buying a (good) record player, just before realizing I wouldn't have space to store the vinyls... oh well, I'll just have to make due with my parents' when I go home to visit them.
Almost a year passed between my reading the first and second books in this series and I had forgotten them completely. When this book popped up on a random search of books for a pending trip to the beach, I began to salivate. The base group of characters continues forward in a full-speed-ahead plot. This one took two days to read, but only because of the weather. Once again, you can jump into this series with book number three and not question comments about previous books or find the characters difficult to visualize. It will, however, make you want to read everything that Andrew Cartmel writes.
Another hugely enjoyable instalment in this series which leans heavily on the Ben Aaronovitch tone and style of slightly irreverant storytelling. There's just something wonderfully endearing about following the still-unnamed Vinyl Detective as he and his friends potter around searching for rare musical artefacts and getting in and out of trouble. It's more of the same really, but when a formula is this enjoyable there's nothing wrong with wanting more!
I enjoyed the first one well enough, when I suspended critical reading. But on book three I can say for sure that they are incredibly repetitive, the tropes and less realistic aspects grow larger, and the humor stops making up for that in these very long stories. I mean, the part of the writing that's appealing remains fairly appealing, but it can't carry the whole series.
Maybe it is me, but I feel that the concept of these books is getting tired in this third round. Also from my – in very narrow/limited/tight political etc. – viewpoint the main characters are getting more and more irritating. I found more “preaching” in themes than I liked to have.
Nope. I've given this series three shots and it gets more ridiculous as it goes along. It's just not my sort of ridiculous I guess. I like fantasy. I like crime. This tries to be both but ends us being neither. Not my idea of fun
Ok, I give up. I just couldn't get into this one at all... It's rare, but I'll let this one count as one of the few books I started but never finished. And I couldn't even tell you why?