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There’s a moment where Uncle Rory decides to Just Use It. I sense that Banks had a similar moment about half way through where the pace and structure of the novel changes quite a bit. Thankfully, just like Prentice, it does settle down and allow us to better enjoy the prose, the characters and – dare I say – the whiskey.

Finding out who Barrington really is leaves the rich saviour sour taste in my mouth as always.
Aside from that the study of human frailty and fear, especially when you’re living daily on the edge is a good one.
But of course now I need to read the actual book and hope it’s not quite such a sugar coated ending.

An interesting concept which held steady almost right to the end, where i found it difficult that one of the characters would accept their partner’s plans.

As a guide to where Bill was coming from and where he went to, this is a fantastic resource. New Rose Hotel is among the greatest short stories I've ever read. And most of the rest aren't too bad either.

If you can accept the bigotry and racism in the text as “character driven” and required, the often predictable characters and the author’s addiction to military hardware and associated slaughter, this is a bit of a fun read. Though you’ve got to wonder why only 2 of the 6 story arcs ended up overlapping.

A game of you would be enough, but the surrounding art and stories add almost as much.

How to review this? What would you have me say? His descriptions of his tees are good or bad? Or do we have to get all philosophical about the fact that, just with his running book, this wouldn’t be published if it was just about a regular guy’s tees?

Tidhar’s writing is as always fascinating and engaging, despite the flaws - London is drowned but Paris is fine? but I hope they consider developing the ideas in a future riff of this novella, because as a novel this might’ve been spectacular.

It’s a bit of fun paired with some interesting tidbits about places you may have once heard of, or never even knew about. Humourless Historians (ref: other reviews here) may find it unworthy. But that’s their problem.

Some lovely insights about Scotland, driving, whiskey and more in this part memoir, part travel diary part riposte against right-wing governments ruining the world. But because of all that it was a bit of a random read. A series of essays on a website yes, but could’ve done with a bit more editing to make it a cohesive book.

Big fan of Morrison’s work, but aside from the opening stanza I struggled with this. Not because of the seemingly drug addled narrative but because of things like the lack of character building and the barely believable idea that de Sade, Byron and Shelley are Invisibles

Anyway a sometimes fun read, and Yeowell’s art is always a joy. But other than that It’s Ok.