Cliché builds on cliché in this hugely disappointing outing from Ryan, a sequel to the excellent Greed in which it appears the author wasn’t even interested in writing this one at all, instead just doing it for the money.
The Increment is a largely predictable storyline, with some suspense and action to make it just about worthwhile, but anyone who’s read any of Ryan’s previous books – especially Greed – will find themselves in familiar territory. Even the twists, double-twists and surprise ending are all matter-of-fact and routine by now, making this a chore to read on occasion. And God, is it sloppy!
Packed with spelling errors and typos, it seems the proof-reader at Century isn’t up to the job. To make matters Ryan, Ryan is lazier here than ever before, repeating the same cliched sayings over and over again, injecting italicised comments into the text from his own experience which we’ve heard a hundred times before. There’s a femme fatale with plenty of lethal secrets in her handbag, just like in the past three stories I read, and tough bad guys who don’t mind spilling blood.
I’m all for brainless action-fests as much as the next guy, and whilst The Increment does contain thrilling material – especially the attack on the factory and in the return of ex-IRA hero Ivan Rowe, towards the end it becomes really predictable, ending in an unrealistic climax on board a train in which the violence and gore becomes cartoonish. Over the top it might be, but this stopped being close to real life some time back. Try harder next time, Ryan.