Don't read this pot boiler. If you're an Amis fan, you'll only be disappointed. It's cack. It could be called "Cagney OR Lacey" since there is no character and no plot. Actually, that would be fine if this were any other of Martin's books. The steal is: no dazzling language abounds. Not a bit. Yeah, "I am a police..." - the opening sentence does set up some kind of literary expectations - which are soon foiled. God knows why he wrote this. I'd say, to fulfil some ghastly contractual situation with the publishers. When my cousin sent it to me in proof copy, I was rubbing my hands with delight. By page 20, though, I was staring out of the gift horse's arse.