A review by futurelegend
Midnight Fugue by Reginald Hill

4.0

Reg does 24! The ever-playful Reginald Hill comes up with yet another spin on the slightly surreal and delightful adventures of Fat Andy Dalziel and his unlikely sidekicks, know-all Pascoe who quotes Latin at him and granite-faced Wieldy who can break a suspect just by looking at him. This time we have a minute-by-minute account of an extraordinary Sunday in Mid-Yorkshire which begins with the improbable prospect of the Fat Man attending Morning Service in the Cathedral (the last time he was there he was playing God in the Mystery Plays) and experiencing a Bach fugue. The metaphor of the fugue is kept up through the day, with a string of bits of stories chasing each other until they disappear up their own arseholes, as Dalziel would probably put it. Or something like that anyway; to say more about those bits of stories would give too much away but of course they all collide in the end. As blackly funny as ever.