London rules

, #5

326 pages

English language

Published Feb. 23, 2018

ISBN:
978-1-61695-961-6
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OCLC Number:
1007553395

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"London Rules might not be written down, but everyone knows rule one: Cover your arse. At MI5 headquarters Regent's Park, First Desk Claude Whelan is learning this the hard way. Tasked with protecting a beleaguered prime minister, he's facing attack from all directions himself: from the showboating MP who orchestrated the Brexit vote, and now has his sights set on Number Ten; from the showboat's wife, a tabloid columnist, who's crucifying Whelan in print; from the PM's favorite Muslim, who's about to be elected mayor of the West Midlands, despite the dark secret he's hiding; and especially from his own deputy, Lady Di Taverner, who's alert for Claude's every stumble. Meanwhile, the country's being rocked by an apparently random string of terror attacks. Over at Slough House, the MI5 satellite office for outcast and demoted spies, the agents are struggling with personal problems: repressed grief, various addictions, retail paralysis, and …

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reviewed London rules by Mick Herron (Slough House, #5)

Mick Heron *is* Roddy Ho

But he doesn't get it!

I'm glad that he is not abhorrently sexist, but you can tell that he's an old fart who is absolutely clueless how people spoke in 2017 and what people joked about in 2017.

He is constructing a caricature of a character in Roddy Ho and making cruel fun of him for being absolutely clueless, but he is Roddy Ho himself. Obsessed with dirt, loo humour, treating himself like a literary genius, toying with his characters like a god-puppeteer. No empathy, no deep research about human condition, just right-centrist burned out, often funny nihilism.

Fuck these books.

I will read more.

reviewed London rules by Mick Herron (Slough House, #5)

Review of 'London rules' on 'Goodreads'

Best one yet.


Meanwhile, dusk’s older brother night, which has hovered overhead this past hour, is beginning to lose its balance, beginning to fall. Soon everything will be different again, the same as it always is. Dusk has a last look round, but its vision is failing, its hearing dim. It has been everywhere, seen everything. It is time to go.



This is going to stick with me for some time.

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Subjects

  • Intelligence service
  • Fiction

Places

  • Great Britain