There is always a frisson of excitement when you start a new book, from an author who's name you were never previously aware. Then you reach the end, dig in a little deeper. There's a trilogy; two more to immerse into.
That in itself is quite remarkable, for The Wolf and The Watchman is not just the first in a trilogy, it's the author's first book. We start in 1793. Subsequent volumes will take me to 1794 and then of course 1795. Interesting times. Revolutions. Workhouses. Fledgling police. Surgeons too. And so much more.
If it were even remotely possible I see Alan Rickman in a certain role. That probably says more than enough of my knowledge of all things thespian. Living in the past, sell by date long expired. But there are cracking roles to be cast.
Niklas Natt och Dag is the man responsible for this masterpiece, and the hopes I harbour for the next two volumes. He takes us to Stockholm, late 18th century Stockholm, and various other parts. We relive the horrors of those days.
Our crime-buster has consumption, a man of the times, a man with little time. I'll tell you no more, won't spoil the fun. The tale grows arms and legs. Woven around characters with so much interest, if not charm.
I'm heading off to 1794. Can't wait.
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