A.A. Dhand has borrowed from the recent history of Bradford in terms of race relations and economic deprivation, added a shot in the arm of drugs, prostitution, corruption and sleaze and overlaid with a general malaise. The result is a little heavy on the melodrama and leaves Streets of Darkness feeling like a story which lives or dies on the turn of race relations in the city. Bradford is not unique is having seen the decline of the traditional industries which established their former prosperity but the city's tempestuous history of racial tension, climaxing with the riots of 2001 have left a lasting legacy on Bradford. Suspended cop, Detective Hardeep "Harry" Virdee jogs through the empty streets of Bradford contemplating his upcoming IPCC investigation which to all intents and purposes seems a foregone conclusion. His superior and boss, Detective Superintendent George Simpson has even conceded that he cannot save an officer with an admittedly prolific clear-up rate for his cases but an equally mottled conduct record. As Virdee ponders his many frustrations in life he still has to tackle breaking the news of his suspension to wife, Saima and with their first child a week overdue the last thing they need is to be facing fears about their future livelihood.
When Harry's run brings him face to face with the mutilated corpse of Bradford's most notable Asian son and the new Bradford West election winner, Shakeel Ahmed, he quickly senses the furore that will arise across the community. As a hugely influential businessman and the man who had tried to reverse Bradford's decline, his crudely crucified body with a swastika brutally carved into the middle of his chest clearly threatens an uprising and on the eve of the city's celebration of Asian culture - the Mela - and the festival of Eid, a backlash could see a repeat of 2001 riots. Encountering his boss at the crime scene just five days off of retirement, his superior proposes a way to assuage the opinions of the IPCC investigation board and given that Harry has nothing to lose and a chance to resurrect his career he is soon on board. When Simpson reveals that the DNA of former BNP leader and the newly released Lucas Dwight has been identified at the home where Shakeel Ahmed was kidnapped from, he tasks Harry with a twelve-hour deadline to bring Dwight in and end his tenure as Detective Superintendent with a peaceful legacy. However, things are never as simple as they appear and any crime fiction fan will testify, if Lucas Dwight had committed the murder it would make for a pretty dull plot.. As Harry comes to doubt Dwight's involvement in the murder and it soon becomes clear that the manipulation of Bradford and the its ensuing tensions in fact go far higher up the food chain. The expression "as straight as a die" goes out the window as Dhand introduces a motley assortment of characters, from the son of Shakeel Ahmed attempting to flex his muscle and continue his father's work, to Bashir, a sinister cabbie with a thirst for blood, smooth-talking BNP leader Martin David right through to brutal Colin Reed, who heads up a sister party to the BNP. As Harry operates with plenty of brute force of his own he quickly discovers that a drugs turf war and not in fact a racial motivation murder is behind events, but whether he alone can safe Bradford from a racial meltdown in the remaining hours is another matter entirely.
Streets of Darkness is an enjoyable and entertaining novel, which flies past rapidly but represented little more than that for me. Rife with stereotypes and featuring a variety of tropes, I was disappointed that this lacked originality from the maverick lone-wolf Harry Virdee throwing caution to the wind, consistently behaving recklessly and with a history of questionable friendships. Virdee almost feels like a hard boiled gumshoe straight out of a American pulp thriller! I was under the impression that this was a police procedural novel but from the opening moments in reads like an edgy thriller, where artistic license is heavily employed. Jam packed with action and with a brutal tension pervading throughout, Streets of Darkness will certainly be popular amongst readers. Although I agree that reading tastes are a very subjective matter, I cannot help thinking that the skin colours and racial backdrop which has been heavily lauded has played a part in the rave reviews of the literary press when this novel is really a simple gangland turf war and nothing too imaginative.
I will be very interested in seeing where the future of DI Harry Virdee lies when he returns in a second encounter and whether he plays by the rules of legitimate policing or continues to dispense the justice that he sees fit. Harry is hot-headed, combustible and a character on the edge, almost waiting to spill over and go one step too far. However, i want more than an action packed far-fetched lead character who tackles crime both singlehandedly and rather ambiguously. Harry is a rash and cocky protagonist and his careless attitude does not equate with his status as a Detective Inspector in the police force. His arrogance made him a character who I could not warm to. Virdee hails from an orthodox Sikh family and wife, Saima, from a strict Muslim household and aside from the continuous mentions of both Harry and Saimi being cast out by their families and what this will mean for their forthcoming child, none of the cast are explored in any real depth and I felt no closer to what had driven much of their behaviour. I presume the religious divide between Harry and Saima is supposed to be viewed against the wider skin colour tensions, reflecting that differences of opinions are not restricted to skin tone alone. For a reader who is unenlightened on many of the aspects of differing faiths in the Asian culture I was grateful that Dhand spelled these differences out, but the necessity to do so can at times feel like an information overload as it holds the plot development back, specifically with regard to traditions and rituals surroundings specific cultural aspects and activities.
Sadly, the nearer to the finale this book ventured it became clear that this was really a matter of gangland violence and a power struggle to control the criminal network of Bradford. The violence is gratuitous and much of this was far too "Boy's Own" with thuggery attempting to pass itself off as warranted. Streets of Darkness used the ploy of blaming the political bigwigs and BNP in order to escalate a violent street warfare and as A.A. Dhand opted for fisticuffs and wide boys playing hard nut gangsters. Readers who prefer some substance and depth in their crime fiction plots will probably be disappointed. I most certainly was and with a mindless violence overload and a straightforward motive for framing Lucas Dwight clearly evident from the early pages, I will not be reading anymore of the egotistical Harry Virdee. The interesting and unexpected conclusion leaves Harry's fate irrevocably linked to his family, and in a final showdown he sits on the horns of a dilemma which seems set to once again collide directly with his wider family.