Published by Matador,
28
February 2019.
ISBN: 978-1-789016 08-6 (PB)
Barry Todd is a pretty ordinary bloke – late forties,
overweight, balding. He lives in a medium-sized Midlands town not far from
Birmingham and works for a local housing association where he tries to do some
good for other people – the homeless, the unemployed, and those in financial
difficulties due to cuts in social security benefits. Financially life isn’t
that good for him, he would like to be able to pay off his mortgage and to help
provide for his daughter just starting at university and if he could that would
help to improve the state of his relationship with his wife which has been
deteriorating since the death of their son. And he expects his finances to
improve with promotion to the post of Head of Department – no less than he
deserves, he feels, with all his experience and his years of service to the
association. But Barry is, frankly, rather a plodder so the bosses of the
association give the post to Barry’s colleague, the younger, thrusting,
harder-nosed Langley Burrell. Barry has never got on with Langley particularly
since he sacked Barry’s wife who has been unable since then to find a job, a
fact which Barry and his wife have kept from the mortgage company. Not
unnaturally, Barry’s resentment starts to build, not just towards Langley who
has deprived Barry of his company car, but towards his bosses.
And then an
opportunity comes Barry’s way. A young man for whom he had found accommodation
with a housing project who was supposed to be getting over his drug addiction
is found dead of an overdose. The police do not suspect foul play so there is
no real reason why when Barry goes to the young man’s home, he should not take
away with him a cardboard box with the few papers that the young man has. And
among the papers is the young man’s cheque book. And that is when Barry begins
to hatch a plan to create an elaborate plan to divert to himself some of the
money that his housing association is due. And he really does intend to pay it
back before too long. But meanwhile he can top up his daughter’s living
allowance and pay the rent for one of the housing association’s clients, the
young and attractive Rumanian, Iulia Nicolescu, whose benefits have been cut
and who has been forced to turn to prostitution. Even better, when his
colleague Saleema Bhatti takes voluntary redundancy and she and her husband
return to Pakistan to look after her father who has to have a serious
operation, he can lend her the substantial sum required for the operation. But
things are becoming difficult for Barry; even though police enquiries into the
fraud are half-hearted at best and their investigation into the young man’s
death not much better, Barry is by now living on his nerves. And although
Saleema and her husband do repay the money Iulia uses her relationship with
Barry, who is now paying her for sex, to blackmail him. In return, Barry could
inform the so-called Rumanian Migrants Welfare Association of Iulia’s new address,
but they have threatened her with death. And Barry’s relationship with his wife
is deteriorating yet further although he is too preoccupied with his own
concerns to understand her despair. More and more he visits the Birmingham Art
Gallery studying a particular painting – only at the end does he realise that
it depicts not Peace but Death.
When I started
reading this book, I was uncertain how it would rank as a crime novel. There is
no violence in these pages, no grand shootouts, no international spy rings. But
fraud is one of the most prevalent of crimes today and does untold damage to
innumerable people. There is far too much for the police to investigate and the
evidence is unbelievably voluminous, so it is only the really massive frauds
which are investigated. The research on this story is extensive and feels
highly authentic. And the examination of the moral framework on which we all
base our lives – well, most of us – certainly provides food for thought.
Recommended.
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Reviewer: Radmila
May
Alan Kane Fraser
was raised and still lives in Birmingham with his wife and family. He has
worked for many years in the fields of social housing and homelessness and
knows the world that his debut novel inhabits intimately. He has previously
written pieces for The Guardian, Inside Housing and The Local Government
Chronicle, amongst others, and his stage play, Random Acts of Malice, won the
inaugural Derek Lomas Award for Best New Play at the Wellington Literary
Festival.
Radmila May was
born in the U.S. but has lived in the U.K. since she was seven apart from seven
years in The Hague. She read law at university but did not go into practice.
Instead she worked for many years for a firm of law publishers and still does occasional
work for them including taking part in a substantial revision and updating of
her late husband’s legal practitioners’ work on Criminal Evidence published
late 2015. She has also contributed short stories with a distinctly criminal
flavour to two of the Oxford Stories anthologies published by Oxpens Press – a
third story is to be published shortly in another Oxford Stories anthology –
and is now concentrating on her own writing.