Neate's exploration into the Pakistani/Indian subculture of London via Tommy Akhtar's private detective agency is at once entertaining and fascinating. This first person POV ("I did this, I did that.") can distract some people, though I don't mind it.
Tommy Akhtar, the hard-boiled PI, was a muhjahdin in Afghanistan fighting against the Soviets. He came home to London with a drinking problem and a conscience problem. In this novel, a prostitute (her URL is exoticmelody.com) contracts him to find her flatmate, sexyrussion.com, who has disappeared. From there, Tommy gets involved with the Russian mob, some MPs, and Islamist extremists.
The novel is beautifully written. The characters are all round and wonderfully drawn. Tommy himself is a model for a character. He's deep and round, and I think he's wonderful.
The main stopping point for me in this novel was the Briticisms. While that's certainly not a problem in Britain, and I don't think you can change them without substantially changing the flavour of the book (which would be a shame), it can make the reading tough for an American. Tommy's father quotes pithy cricket aphorisms. I read a couple to my husband, who was first batsman for his university, and he didn't get a few of them. Another friend of mine (who emigrated from the Indian subculture of London when he was 16) read the book, and he found some of the phrasing hard to follow. That, and for some reason, in this hard-boiled detective novel, the "eff word" is dashed out, like "f---ing". That drove me insane.
This book gets five stars for the beautiful characters, wonderful background and setting, and intricate plot. Don't let the bleedin' Briticisms stop you from enjoying this great book.
TK Kenyon
Author of Rabid: A Novel and Callous: A Novel