‘Good, But Not Great’
Way back in 2007 I wrote about The Intruders:
‘I think it's a real shame he doesn't write more. At the minute I'd buy every book he published, except I've already got them all. Still, maybe if he published more they'd start becoming blander.’
I’m worried this blandness is coming to pass. This book seems familiar enough Michael Marshall territory, but it somehow doesn’t quite nail it. It seems similar to The Intruders, with themes of alienation and other-ness, even though the other-ness itself is quite different.
It’s not a bland book, but it seems blander than previous ones. I guess the problem with delivering exceptional stuff is that people start to expect it.