I’ve finally discovered Stuart Neville’s The Twelve, after everyone else in the world, it seems. I was having coffee with Glenn Patterson yesterday and he asked me if I had read The Twelve. I remembered that I’d heard something about it on William Crawley’s Sunday Sequence but weirdly I thought it was called The Seven! Anyway, having heard from Glenn the story of how the novel came to be published and of how gripping and interesting he thought the book was, I rushed out to get it. And when I got to work this morning I was full of excitement, ready to tell everyone about it, only to find that most people already knew about it. Damn!
The last novel I read about the North was David Park’s wonderful The Truth Commissioner. I’m interested to see what Stuart Neville can do with a similar kind of territory. Will keep you posted.
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Sounds very interesting Patsy (if this is you blogging!)
ReplyDeleteI must give it a go. It makes my fictional Seve on my shoulder calling me a "dick" seem a trifle lightweight.
I'm not exactly sure the gritty NI thriller genre is my style :-)