'“Hundreds of famous brains,” beamed the newsgirl … “What. A. Mess.”' Even Atom, a detective who harasses anyone who comes near him, wants to get to the bottom of what happened on the night the City Brain Facility blew up.
Blince, Benny, mobster Eddie Thermidor and the other denizens of Beerlight wonder what the hell he's doing. Bugs, brain-stealing and inevitable thermonuclear disaster are all given due consideration in this close-wired novel, where even the president's penchant for bestiality comes with little surprise.
There's no such thing as a normal angle – it's just not done that way.
'A jaw-droppingly dark and funny work'
'Vivid, visceral and very, very good'
'If Raymond Chandler had gulped a handful of hallucinogens before sitting down to write a whodunit, something like Atom would likely have resulted.'
'As on the button as tomorrow's news. This is toon-noir. He has a cold, accurate eye, a mocking wit and black, playful angle of attack which has learned something from cyberpunk but has that smack of idiosyncracy, that sense of exploring new territories, that laconic, confident humour which tells you this is exactly the book you've been waiting for.'
'A fabulous read; pacy, vivacious and brimming with a love of the formula'
'Laugh-out-loud funny. Eccentrically stylish'
'A kick in the frontal lobe, a sucker punch to the soul. Nothing short of spectacular.'
'Gloriously deranged. Sparkling prose. Viciously funny, furiously intelligent and totally uncompromising.'
Waterstones 'Enigma' magazine