A review by zog_the_frog
The Critic by Peter May

2.0

I struggled my way through this book. Through the pretentious use of italicised French words (just to show that the author speaks French, I presume). Through the author's even more pretentious descriptions of the intricacies of the wine making process (I drink the stuff, I don't want to know how it's made). Through the tedious plot red herrings. Through the cliché'd language of the main character's sexual exploits (This is the 21st century, not the 19th). Why? I just wanted to FINISH IT. To be done with it, so I didn't have to read another Peter May book.

**Spoilers in the next paragraph**

Like the previous book, there were too many times when the Enzo just jumped to conclusions without any reasoned argument. The trip to America wearing a kilt was surely meant to be a joke, wasn't it? Is US airport security really that lax? With the amount of buckles on a kilt, he would have triggered the metal detectors and would have had to be patted down. Simple things like that let the book down in my opinion.

Like I said in my previous review of the Enzo series, the Lewis Trilogy was great. This was dire. Worse than Enzo 1. It was only just worth two stars.

We are left wondering who whacked Enzo. I wish it was me.