One of the finest crime writers of any generation, Goddard here exercises all of his elegant, understated style and meticulous eye for detail in a story that starts in Japan, but rapidly expands to London and New York...
At times wry, it is also exquisitely chilling as the search leads her to the barren landscape of Iceland, pursued by a malevolent hit man.
Goddard at his impeccable best: do not miss it.
The result is an odd mix of a classic cosy crime drama that turns into dark Scandi-noir half way through before a slightly ludicrous but genuinely entertaining, explosive finale.
Holding the separate strands together is his unlikely hero who keeps going as the plot unwinds with a deceptively light touch that does not falter as the body count climbs and an international conspiracy heads towards a nasty end.
Robert Goddard’s novels often have a well-researched historical element; this time it concerns what went on at Nancekuke, a Second World War research station in Cornwall that eventually closed in 1980. There is a great deal of amusing action, but little jeopardy. It’s clear that the lovable Wada will come to no harm. Imagine, if you can, Haruki Murakami’s Underground (1997) rewritten by Alexander McCall Smith.