I first picked up this book on the basis of wanting to read a crime novel, but simultaneously wishing to avoid the male protagonist. This wasn’t a decision based on an inbuilt mistrust of male police officers or anything nearly so damning, but merely a search for something a little bit different. A woman writing about a female police detective with armfuls of baggage seemed just the ticket.
And when that woman is Denise Mina, an author as artistically inseparable from Glasgow as Ian Rankin is from Edinburgh, the decision was a no-brainer; some gritty ‘Tartan Noir’ to supplement my love of Taggart re-runs? I’m there!