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Unlike many thriller writers, Robinson doesn't rely on terse prose to fuel the narrative. His smooth style is colourfully descriptive and easy to relax into. Think of it as the equivalent of sipping a pint on the patio of an English pub, one of Banks's favourite occupations. As the suspense builds and the plot takes as many twists and turns as a road through the Yorkshire dales, Robinson is not afraid to detour into further character development, whether it's the tense relationship between Banks and his father or the ongoing grief of his new colleague, D.I. Michelle Hart.
Robinson, raised in Yorkshire but based in Toronto, has sometimes been compared to Ian Rankin, who actually contributes a quote on this book's dust jacket. The two share an ability to evoke time and place with real eloquence, and each writer loves to mix in musical references to help define their characters. Robinson does this very freely here, and with real accuracy. From '60s crooner Val Doonican through dead cult heroes Nick Drake and Ian Curtis to current singer-songwriters Nick Lowe and David Gray (two of Banks's faves), he never misses a beat. Similarly, his cultural references to the England of both the mid-'60s and the present day are spot-on. The Summer That Never Was is the 13th Inspector Banks novel, but there's nothing unlucky about it. Any lover of well-written detective thrillers will feel fortunate to encounter it. --Kerry Doole
408 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2003

I had high hopes for Inspector Robinson, and find myself disappointed.