My first Bruce Medway novel.
It follows the queasy moral sense and impeccable scene-setting of such notable predecessors as Graham Greene and Eric Ambler.
Wilson continues to confound expectations, and strenuously resists categorization in any easy fashion. The setting in this book is much different than everything else I've read from him. Also the way the tale is told make it altogether a much grimmer kind of story.
We're not in Agatha Christie territory (whodunits and cozy mysteries with knitting themes). This's more of a sort of gritty crime noir that has been pushed to a whole new, darker level.