Quite enjoyable, but perhaps not thrilling. It narrates its story through five, loosely connected chapters. Full of Coe's political preoccupations about social injustice, and the question of monetising, normally immeasurable, values.
In my view, it pales in comparison to its prequel, but matching up to the standard of such a brilliant book as the "What a carve-up!" is no trivial feat.

The humour in the chapter introducing PC Pilbeam was just brilliant!



...But maybe I am being unfair- just because I didn't find the old Coe that I was looking for, this is not to say that this has not been a great book! There are so many different styles in this book, the satire is followed by melancholy and this by a terror spoof. Number 11 is majestically weaved into the story to expose the decadence of modern Britain...