Truecrime - Couverture souple

Sparklingly witty, immensely profound ... It should be read as a matter of urgency. (Erwin James, Guardian)

Sparklingly witty, immensely profound ... his fictional (or, more accurately, factional) characters bristle with authenticity, ensuring that the reader is drawn willingly alongside them into the mire ... an ironic, postmodern morality tale that I found the most compelling in the series ... It should be read as a matter of urgency. (Erwin James, Guardian)

The most expansive, ironical and funny novel of the series. (David Isaacson, Daily Telegraph)

Arnott delivers a beacon-bright satire ... [a] literary triumph (Metro)

Arnott earned his spurs in [his] first two novels, both pin-sharp and tough as hide. In the conclusion there's a little less action and a little more conversation, but that only furthers Arnott's credentials, allowing his ear for dialogue to cut through ... The prose is as hard, stylish and memorable as our antihero himself. (Arena)

Arnott's satire is right on the money (Observer)

The popularity of Arnott's work rests on his fluent, readable style and strong storytelling. While challenging the hype surrounding the genre, he avoids hypocrisy by stopping just short of glamorising his subject matter. (New Statesman)

The plotting is well-handled, and the comings and goings of its three main characters are cleverly interwoven ... Yobbos are Arnott's forte, and Gaz's misadventures are told with ironic relish. (Charles Mitchell, Spectator)

A clever blurring of real-life bad lads and fictional hard-nuts ... David Bowie's a fan of Arnott's, by all acounts. Read truecrime and you will be able to see why. (Front)

It's thirty years since Harry Starks and his gang kept the underworld of Soho under control but the consequences of their brutal reign are still being felt. Julie McCluskey, the actress daughter of one of Starks' victims, has grown up without a father and now that she's discovered it was money from her father's murderers that put her through drama school, she's furious. Furious with her mother for accepting it, but even more furious with Harry Starks - and she's decided she wants revenge. Tony Meehan, journalist and part-time murderer ('I've only killed three') has added another occupation to his list: he's ghostwriting the autobiography of one of the Bullion Job (Brinks Mat) gang, a robbery in which Starks was also involved, and the gold's still missing. And then there's Gaz, who worked for Starks' rival Beardsley in the 80s and is now running bouncers, taking too many drugs, and playing a very dangerous game. Moving his focus on to the greedy 80s and the rave scene of the 90s, Arnott delivers another hard-edged, riveting, brilliant novel that will delight his many admirers and win him more.