This big book starts slowly and for the first 50 pages the gloomy, alcoholic hero really did my head in. But then the plot started to grip until I had to stay up to 2am to finish what had become an addictive read. Beware - this book has more red herrings than Agatha Christie at her most complicated, plus the ability to introduce characters who just don't behave as might be expected.
At the same time he had the feeling that he wasn't alone. Harry believed in the existence of the soul. Not that he was particularly religious as such, but it was one thing that always struck him when he saw a dead body: the body was bereft of something.