A brutal slice of Glasgow noir, this is a layered and spiralling tale of damaged men and the harm they do to others, as a murder investigation unfolds into a deep exploration of the roots of evil. A view of the city in the 1960s and the power structures that rule it - gang culture, football rivalry, religion, and the wealthy elite that control the media and police - each sentence punches with a fury that will sear itself into your imagination.
He drags himself up in instalments - concrete Corporation housing blocks have been erected quicker. He catches sight of his wooden board lying in two pieces behind the bin. Split down the middle. JES and SA on one, US and VES on the other. Red spots and dribbling blood stains have seeped into the grain on the square timber post the board was nailed to. He's been battered with his own message of salvation. An indictment of these immoral times. Not for the first time, he was set upon by agnostic men smelling of pubs and nicotine and engorged with sectarian violence.
No-one listens to God anymore.
