I’ve always been a big fan of Christopher Brookmyre but his style has changed a little of late (although I quite liked the last one where hell opens up under a school trip) but now Brookmyre has changed his name from Christopher to Chris, it’s like saying “Right, I am now definitely not doing the funny, OTT stuff” because what is his latest, Where the Bodies are Buried? Well, more of a standard crime drama, that’s what it is. Ok, it’s still set in Glasgow and there are still a very few wry one liners, like Brookmyre can’t quite help himself but this is Brookmyre screaming “Look, I don’t write those kind of books anymore!”, which is a shame because Brookmyre’s books used to be hilariously funny and completely OTT at times and yet still be thrilling, scary and thought provoking. It’s like with Where The Bodies Are Buried, he’s still trying for (occasionally) at least menacing, thrilling and thought provoking but without the humour and some of the impossible plots, it doesn’t quite hit the mark. If Where The Bodies Were Buried was a TV show, it’d be one of those slow paced things on Channel 4, with multiple characters you have trouble remembering if they haven’t been in for a few episodes and you need crib notes to remember who did what. So if I haven’t completely character assassinated this book, it’s actually ‘ok’, telling the story of a young, rookie private investigator investigating her uncle’s disappearance, it’s just that oh Brookmyre’s books used to be so much better.