Published by
Constable,
12 May 2016.
12 May 2016.
ISBN: 978-1-47212-116-5
The earlier titles in T F Muir’s St Andrews-based series featuring DCI
Andy Gilchrist have been characterized by their setting amid the glorious
eastern Scotland landscape, and plenty of blood and violence.
The landscape is still in
evidence in this latest in the series, but this time he has opted to pull back
from the gory details, give or take the odd axe murder and beating with a
hammer. The blood in the title is used in the sense of family, and the violence
is largely emotional.
A small child disappears, and
it’s soon plain she has been abducted. Gilchrist’s investigation reveals a
wealthy, high-profile extended family which takes dysfunctional to a whole new
level, and not one of them is vouchsafing any useful information. Gilchrist has
his own methods of digging for evidence, but this time it proves to be well
buried.
Meanwhile, Gilchrist’s own
personal life is threatening to fall to pieces around him. His pregnant lover,
the ice-queen pathologist Rebecca Cooper, has gone quiet on him; his artist son
finds himself embroiled in the murder of a violent drug dealer whom Gilchrist
has encountered professionally himself; a corrupt detective has a hold over
him; even his adopted cat is keeping its distance. Gilchrist does his best to
be an understanding partner and father, but finds it all more than a little
bewildering – especially when his career is on the line if the missing child
doesn’t turn up.
Mean streets and St Andrews don’t seem to match in real
life, but Muir succeeds in making the darker side of a beautiful place feel
very real indeed. Likewise his leading characters: Gilchrist is a sharp,
intuitive detective but lacks perception and strength in his private life; his
sidekick DS Jessie Janes is tactless and mouthy but self-aware and
soft-centred. The bad guys do seem to be quite unremitting, with no visible
redeeming features, but that goes with the ‘tartan noir’ territory. And of
course it all comes right in the end, albeit with enough loose ends to suggest
that Muir is far from done with it all.
Blood Torment shows a different side to T F Muir’s writing, and
thus broadens the remit of the series
as well as extending its length.
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Reviewer: Lynne Patrick
T F Muir Born in Glasgow, Scotland, Frank was plagued from a
young age with the urge to see more of the world than the rain sodden slopes of
the Campsie Fells. By the time he graduated from University with a degree
he hated, he’d already had more jobs than the River Clyde has bends.
Short stints as a lumberjack in the Scottish Highlands and a moulder’s labourer
in the local foundry convinced Frank that his degree was not such a bad idea
after all. Thirty-plus years of living and working overseas helped him
appreciate the raw beauty of his home country. Now a dual US/UK citizen,
Frank makes his home in the outskirts of Glasgow, from where he visits St
Andrews regularly to carry out some serious research in the old grey town’s
many pubs and restaurants. Frank is working hard on his next novel,
another crime story suffused with dark alleyways and cobbled streets and some
things gruesome.
http://www.frankmuir.co.uk
Lynne Patrick has been a writer ever since she could pick up a pen,
and has enjoyed success with short stories, reviews and feature journalism, but
never, alas, with a novel. She crossed to the dark side to become a publisher
for a few years, and is proud to have launched several careers which are now
burgeoning. She lives on the edge of rural Derbyshire in a house groaning with
books, about half of them crime fiction.
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