In The House of Burning Bones, Stuart MacBride’s Aberdeen coppers have to face daily a prejudicial, disapproving public whipped up by a harshly critical press churning out sensational headline grabbing half-truths; said coppers all the while expressing themselves in their own richly colourful ways.
Because of an epidemic of the Dreaded Lurgie sweeping the city, depleting police numbers, Detective Inspector Logan McRae is becoming overwhelmed with the number of cases he has to deal with, together with countless meetings, on top of a murder investigation and now the disappearance of a media mogul. To quote from the book’s blurb, Logan has been left with “…a skeleton staff of misfits, idiots and malingerers…” whose lineup includes Logan’s wannabe sidekick, PC Tufty Quirrel, and the ever repulsive, now demoted Roberta Steel. Making matters even worse, they are experiencing a heatwave, as they go through some hair-raising chases, weighed down with heavy gear, all crammed into a police van.
This is a big book, 627 pages, and every one of them filled with Stuart MacBride’s smart, funny, cynical style. Serious issues like immigration, racism, and the media’s influence on the general public’s attitudes, as well as the horrific crimes of arson, murder and sexual assault, are all part of the story. For all the pressures and stresses of his working life, however, Logan McRae is very fortunate to have his lovely partner, Tara, and daughter, Lizzie, at home.
To read a Stuart MacBride book is to listen to a story being told in a Scottish accent with subtitles in front of you. This was a terrific read, filled with vivid imagery and lots of colourful characters. Thank you Pan Macmillan for my copy.
Published by Pan Macmillan