Ben Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London (2011)

Four hours. Four long hours. Four long hours in a waiting room, no less. All at the dusty end of a Bank Holiday.61oyozzwsdl

Add in the twisting warp in the time-space continuum that only banal form filling and playing Snake on a Nokia can create and it could so easily have transmogrified into more.

Pretty hard on the soul, eh?

But LO! What light breaketh through the ‘Meh Green’ and conformity-inducing gloom? Why, t’is the first of Ben Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London. My wander through the back streets of Aaronovitch’s London drowned out the clicketty-clacketty echoes of the receptionist typing in endless names and numbers, all sound and fury.

I’m late to this party, but what a party it is. You like rollicking London fiction? Or Miéville-style science fiction without the grand intellectual cartwheels? Read it fast and in one sitting. Run, don’t walk.


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