Amazon.com Review
The Bone Yard is a dystopian thriller set in Edinburgh during the harsh winter of 2021. Rogue detective Quintilian Dalrymple, a former bureaucrat who left his high-ranking job to work for the parks service and solve mysteries on the side, sets about catching a serial killer with a peculiar signature. The killer bites out the victim's throat, cuts out the tongue, removes the genitals, and leaves in the cavity a cassette of the electric blues of Clapton, Hendrix, and others. In the allegedly crime-free Edinburgh city-state (which is expressly modeled on Plato's
Republic, but in practice resembles every cliché of pre-1990 Eastern Bloc regimes), blues music is contraband. So are casual sex, monogamy, fattening foods, all drugs, and more-than-weekly showers. So why does the killer leave cryptic messages via electric blues?
Johnston won Britain's John Creasey Award for best first crime novel with 1999's Body Politic, and in The Bone Yard he possibly takes for granted that his readers already know and care about Dalrymple and his cohorts. Character development is scanty, so the playful rivalry between Dalrymple and sidekick Davie, for example, is mostly conveyed through edginess and four-letter words. Their terseness is juxtaposed against the obfuscatory language of the council, the "iron Boy Scouts" who gradually become implicated in the four grisly murders and a related scheme. The serial murderer's infelicitous musical clues lead Dalrymple to discover a dangerous drug remarkably like Viagra, which is being manufactured illegally within the Edinburgh city-state. Dalrymple travels to a zoo, a slaughterhouse, and a foul fishing boat to find the lab, which may be tied to the mysterious "Bone Yard" that the council shrouds in top-level security and secrecy. In addition, a nubile exotic dancer meets an untimely end, leading the two detectives and Dalrymple's tough ex-girlfriend Katharine to the Three Graces sex club, which caters to Edinburgh's rich and burgeoning tourist population. Readers trolling for mysteries set in exciting locales may thus be gratified by The Bone Yard, which is a blend of 1984 (though with inferior prose), The China Syndrome, and Showgirls. The plot moves briskly through dark terrain, both physically and philosophically. It's got a relentlessly downbeat tenor, but Johnston intricately ties together the threads of the four murder victims and their psychopathic killer, and the secret of the Bone Yard. --Kathi Inman Berens
From Publishers Weekly
In his Creasy Award-winning debut novel, Body Politic, Johnston introduced a near-future EdinburghAa city-state dystopia modeled on Plato's Republic. In this follow-up novel, Johnston's Edinburgh is almost perfectly realized, while his maverick sleuth, Quintilian Dalrymple, is as at home here as Marlowe in L.A. or Spenser in Boston.This heavily regimented society (its citizenry enjoys no TV, no literature except approved classics and no renegade music such as rock or blues) ironically relies on the decadent entertainment it provides the international tourist trade. By using Orwellian controls, the City Guardians have created an almost crime-free environment. For the first time in two years, on New Year's Eve 2021, a murderer strikes in Edinburgh, slashing the throat of Roddie Aitken, a young Supply Directorate delivery man. Aitken had sought Dalrymple's help a few days earlier because a hooded man with a knife chased him home late one night. It gets even more personal when Dalrymple assumes control of the investigation and has to report to the guardians, who need his expertise as much as they despise his attitude. And what is the mysterious "Bone Yard" the guardians are talking about? Johnston transforms Edinburgh into a nightmarish and malignant stage, on which his blues-loving, wisecracking hero walks the walk and talks the talk perfectly. Brilliantly offbeat metaphors and fascinating characters reinforce the promise implicit in the author's first novel. (Aug.)
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