British Mysteries

Mark Billingham
§ Sleepy Head
Steven Booth
§ Dancing with the Virgins
Rhys Bowen
§ Her Royal Spyness
Tony Broadbent
§ The Smoke
Ken Bruen
§ The Guards
Deborah Crombie
§ In a Dark House
§ Water Like a Stone
Clare Curzon
§ Don’t Leave Me
Anthony Eglin
§ The Blue Rose
Geraldine Evans
§ Dead Before Morning
Christopher Fowler
§ Full Dark House
§ White Corridor
Elizabeth George
§ Careless in Red
§ With No One As Witness
Caroline Graham
§ A Ghost in the Machine
Ann Granger
§ The Companion
Cynthia Harrod-Eagles
§ Dear Departed
§ Game Over
§ Gone Tomorrow
Erin Hart
§ Haunted Ground
Patricia Harwin
§ Arson & Old Lace
Reginald Hill
§ The Stranger House
Elizabeth Ironside
§ The Accomplice
§ Death in the Garden
P.D. James
§ The Murder Room
M.G. Kincaid
§ Last Seen in Aberdeen
§ The Last Victim in Glen Ross
Peter Lovesey
§ The Reaper
Stuart McBride
§ Bloodshot
§ Cold Granite
§ Dying Light
Val McDermid
§ The Distant Echo
Jill McGown
§ Death in the Family
§ A Tribute to Jill McGown
Denise Mina
§ The Dead Hour
§ Field of Blood
Ann Purser
§ Murder on Monday
Ian Rankin
§ Dead Souls
§ Fleshmarket Alley
Danuta Reah
§ Listen to the Shadows
Ruth Rendell
§ The Rottweiler
Peter Robinson
§ Close to Home
Sarah Smith
§ Chasing Shakespeares
Peter Watson
§ Landscape of Lies
Laura Wilson
§ Telling Lies to Alice


The Guards, Ken Bruen, St. Martin's Minotaur, $23.95.

Ken Bruen has obviously encountered a few words in his time that he has a grudge against, because it seems to be a point of honor for him not to use too many. For those of us that have thought Robert B. Parker books have always been terse and have gotten more so, Bruen takes this point of view to an extreme, making The Guards an extremely quick read. There are many other novels to Bruen's credit listed in the front of the book, but I think this is the only one available here. Set in Galway, Ireland, they could hardly be more Irish, and this is the real strength of the book. This is also an all too close look inside the mind of an alcoholic (also the main character), that reminded me very much of Daniel Judson's book, The Poisoned Rose.

The main character, Jack Taylor, is a former member of the Irish Garda, but he's been booted and is taking up the P.I. line instead. Bruen frequently references favorite American crime novelists and this book borrows extremely heavily on a rich American noir tradition - without the poetry of Chandler or Cain to back it up, however, this is just a painful story about an alcoholic who tries to help a woman find out if her daughter had committed suicide or was murdered. There are plenty of sidebars to the story - the bar owner who has been a surrogate father to Jack, the woman who helps him out with research, the colorful wino Jack befriends, the bad news fellow ex-Garda, Sutton, whom Jack should stay miles away from - but of course, doesn't. The only fresh thing about this book is the Irish atmosphere it's soaked in - I didn't think the characters were particularly engaging, and I don't even, as a reader, demand that I like them - I just like to be emotionally engaged in some way.

The one thing I felt was very strong was Bruen's portrayal of Jack's drying out from booze in the hospital, his efforts to stay sober, and his eventual descent back into alcoholic hell. It seemed inevitable, but I was pulling for Jack to make it out alive, and you might feel the same. The curiosity of the second book would be to see whether or not Jack has resumed his mighty struggle against alcohol - and I use "mighty" in the Irish sense of the word. Recommended only to the afficionado of the truly dark, with the setting being the twist.

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