Saturday, April 15, 2017

The Sydney Morning Herald Reviews Police At The Station

Checking in on the progress of Detective Inspector Sean Duffy of the Carrick Royal Ulster Constabulary in the 1980s is always such a delight. Duffy is one of those smart-mouthed rogue policemen we have learned to love precisely because he has no respect for authority, a ferocious intelligence, and enough bad habits to endear him to every sinner.

But Duffy's trying hard to break the bad habits now there is so much more at stake. Girlfriend Beth has moved in, baby Emma has arrived, and the need to check under the BMW in the event of a mercury tilt bomb has never been more pressing. Duffy's also been diagnosed with asthma and various other dependency issues. 
Police at the station etc. opens in medias res as Duffy is lead through a dark wood to the place of his intended death by a posse of hapless and incompetent executioners. Facing impending doom, he regretfully considers his legacy, "Over the last 15 years I've done my best to fight entropy and carve out a little local order in a sea of chaos. I have failed. He has failed and "made one mistake too many."  He's also forgotten his asthma inhaler, although looking on the bright side, as Duffy is inclined to do, "a bullet in the head will fix an incipient asthma attack every time". 
He may be up against it, but Duffy's sense of humour is as mordant as ever. Hang in for much caustic wit, funny observations, exciting twists, trenchant political commentary, and a splendid conclusion