The crew of an oceanic research vessel goes missing in the Pacific along with their mini-submarine. An evangelical media star holds a rally next door to a convention in LA devoted to 'nubile' cinematic entertainment. The cops know there's going to be trouble and they are not disappointed. What they didn't foresee was the presence in their state of a Glaswegian photographer with an indecipherable accent and a strong dislike of hypocrisy or of a terrorist who seems to have access to plutonium as well as Semtex. In his unique style, Christopher Brookmyre throws a harsh light on the selfish preoccupations of 1990s society and at the same time provides uproarious entertainment.
Read More'Thrillingly unpleasant.' ESQUIRE 'Dialogue is a joy throughout.' THE TIMES 'Very funny' LITERARY REVIEW 'A high octane sense of the absurd' THE TIMES 'Tremendous fun' THE GUARDIAN 'The next star of the genre seems set to be Christopher Brookmyre' MARK LAWSON 'Brookmyre on full auto-rant is a joy. Brutal and cutting to the bone.' DAILY TELEGRAPH 'The end of the world is no laughing matter, of course, but after reading Brookmyre's treatment of it, you'll at least be able to approach it with a grin. SCOTSMAN