Slow Motion Ghosts

'noon's Storytelling Is Assured And Compelling ... It's A Belter' Guardian 'constantly Surprising' Spectator A Viciously Occult Murder. A Curious Clue Left On The Body. The Soundtrack To The Murder Still Playing... _____________ It Is 1981 And Detective Inspector Henry Hobbes Is Still Reeling In The Aftermath Of The Fire And Fury Of The Brixton Riots. The Battle Lines Of Society - And The Police Force - Are Being Redrawn On A Daily Basis. With The Certainties Of His Life Already Sorely Tested, A Brutal Murder Will Shake His Beliefs To Their Very Core Once More. The Manner Of The Death And Its Staged Circumstances Pose Many Questions To Which There Are No Obvious Answers. To Track The Murderer, Hobbes Must Cross Boundaries Into A Subculture Hidden Beneath The Everyday World He Thought He Knew. His Investigation Takes Him Into A Twisted Reality, Which Is Both Seductive And Devastating, And Asks Him The One Question He Has Been Dreading: How Far Will He Go In Pursuit Of The Truth? Jeff Noon Is The Author Of Six Acclaimed Novels, Vurt, Pollen, Automated Alice, Nymphomation, Needle In The Groove And Falling Out Of Cars, As Well As Two Collections Of Short Fictions, And Is Also The Crime Fiction Reviewer For The Spectator. He Lives In Brighton. A dark and labyrinthine thriller from a bold new voice in crime fiction It is 1981. London is bruised by austerity, social unrest and racial tension, and the police are at war. Anger has erupted in the Brixton Riots and is finding expression in protest, anarchy and punk. For Detective Inspector Hobbes, the battle lines are being redrawn within his own ranks as right and wrong are clouded by prejudice. Into this mess comes a murder. A promising young singer has been maimed and killed and the artistry of the crime is disturbing. On the hunt for the killer, Hobbes begins an investigation that will lead him deep into a subculture hidden beneath the everyday. A cult of personality that hides from the problems of the city and escapes to a world of its own, a world that is at once seductive and devastating. How far will Hobbes have to go to learn the truth? And how many more must die before he does? Bringing the trademark imagination of his acclaimed early novels, Jeff Noon has delivered a police procedural with a difference - an intricate, twisting crime novel that pulls you in and doesn't let go. Jeff Noon is the author of six acclaimed novels, Vurt, Pollen, Automated Alice, Nymphomation, Needle in the Groove and Falling Out of Cars, as well as two collections of short fictions, and is also the crime fiction reviewer for The Spectator. He lives in Brighton "A viciously occult murder. A curious clue left on the body. The soundtrack to the murder still playing ... It is 1981 and Detective Inspector Henry Hobbes is still reeling in the aftermath of the fire and fury of the Brixton riots. The battle lines of society - and the police force - are being redrawn on a daily basis. With the certainties of his life already sorely tested, a brutal murder will shake his beliefs to their very core once more. The manner of the death and its staged circumstances pose many questions to which there are no obvious answers. To track the murderer, Hobbes must cross boundaries into a subculture hidden beneath the everyday world he thought he knew. His investigation takes him into a twisted reality, which is both seductive and devastating, and asks him the one question he has been dreading- How far will he go in pursuit of the truth?"-- Provided by publisher With the certainties of his life already tested, Detective Inspector Henry Hobbes's beliefs are shaken to the core by a vicious occult murder. To track the murderer, Hobbes must cross boundaries into a subculture hidden beneath the everyday world he thought he knew. His investigations takes him into a twisted reality, with is both seductive and devastating and asks him the one question he has been dreading - how far will he go in pursuit of the truth? ______________ 'Imagine--'Slow Motion Ghosts is a triumph'--Guardian'Constantly surprising' Spectator