Another Iain Banks novel, and another enjoyable romp. Didn’t feel any deeper than that but I guess that’s perfectly OK?
It’s the story of a London radio motormouth, a guy whose day job is providing hours of edgy, entertaining and controversial talking points. In his spare time he does a lot of shagging around, drink, and drugs.
The main tension in the plot is generated by his highly secret affair with the wife of a crime boss, leading to a most enjoyable sequence of bungled amateur crime by the DJ himself. I won’t spoil that chapter but it’s a great internal monologue of an intelligent, horny, cowardly, scared, regular bloke far outside his comfort zone.
The rest of the novel is easily digest able fare, great fun, but ultimately felt a little empty.
