Myself

Not quite the same...

Revisado: 05-31-20

After having listened to all 7 titles, this one feels a little like a let down; part of what makes Drake so interesting is all his idiosyncrasies - the rituals, the scrupulous tidiness, the anti-social behaviour. There were hints in the early books that this was caused by something - apparently his grandfather's behaviour towards him, the funeral - his compulsions all started with something in his past that escalates when he's under stress. In this latest book, he's like any other guy trying to figure out how to keep his girlfriend happy. His behaviour -borderline disorder- is suddenly just a bunch of funny little quirks. The anger with his old adversary goes exactly nowhere, his daughters are perfect dears (really? for kids raised by a compulsive father and demanding mother, who have to endure a divorce and threats from Drake's enemies, it's a little surreal); his detectives learn to get along just fine, the press are understanding, his ex leaves him alone, and the mean politico goes away. Nope - not enough conflict, not enough personal angst, no darkness - just another police procedural with a flat, go-nowhere ending. Richard Elfyn's magnificent performance is wasted on this one.

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