Down Among The Dead Men by Kerry Wilkinson
I won’t spend too much time on this review as it’s really not worth it. The story is set in Manchester, England and that is what enticed me to the book. I get tired reading tales all located in the same few cities. I figured Manchester would make a nice change.
Although the setting is ideal, the story is crap. The characters are inconsistent and one-dimensional. The plot is weak and laughable in places. The fights are over-elaborate (perhaps Wilkinson has been hanging out with Lee Child). The ending is ludicrous.
Jason Green is a young boy from a rough background who is taken under the fairly rough wing of a local mobster. But he has a conscience, does Jason, God bless him, and thinks of leaving his life of crime behind.
But shit starts to happen. And then more shit happens. And yet still more shit happens. In fact so much shit is flying around Manchester that everyone is walking around carrying shit-covered umbrellas whilst stepping around heaps of shit that are fighting with other heaps of shit for dominance of all the shit. It’s shit.
The cover on this book advertises ‘one million copies sold’. Well I’m fucked if I know how that happened. About the only good thing that I can say about this book is that its publication should give hope to all prospective authors that they can indeed be published. Beyond that, this book is shit.
Sult scale rating: 2 out of 10. The 2 is for setting the book in the wonderful city of Manchester.