Hmm. In 1987, private detective Daniel Morgan was murdered with an axe in the car park of a London pub. This book tells the fight by his family to expose the police corruption and media immorality which led to the killers not facing justice.
It's at heart a compelling and interesting story, taking in important frustrating aspects of the legal process, and shining a light on the corrupt processes of at least some members of the Metropolitan Police Force, and widespread execrable acts by journalists and media personnel.
However, I wasn't completely on board. Though I can understand as individuals the importance to the victim's family (the book is co-written by his brother Alistair) of seeking justice, and appreciate how this must've haunted them, in the end I didn't feel as much empathy as I might have. Some of the personal recollections made me like the co-author less, judge the single-mindedness as somehow obsessive and self-destructive, I started to feel the tone was one-sided and lacking in broader awareness. I'm not defending the murderers, the police, the media or the judiciary but I'm aware that there's more to these things than one person killed thirty years ago by people who he was rumoured to be about to expose.
More than this, the book was tedious. I know a true crime book isn't going to be as neat or as dramatic as crime fiction, but this was especially drawn-out, filled with many many names of people mentioned only once every fifty or more pages, and didn't really have a satisfying ending. Much of this isn't the author's faults - but I still felt they could have made a better, easier to follow, more engaging read.