Moon Over Soho is the second in his Rivers of London series. That is something that Ben Aaronovitch has managed to do both times I’ve read one of his books. I like looking at the good in books, especially if a book simply entertains me.īecause when it all comes down to it, that’s what I want more than anything else to lose myself in a book and be entertained. That being said, I don’t mind that my reviews aren’t designed to tear apart and criticise. This comes down to the fact that I sort of have a different scoring system for certain authors which is to say, if a book gets anything above 9.5, then it’s being ranked in another league. This is urban fantasy done with a loving attention to detail and enlivened by an ever present wit making this series a must-read for anyone who likes their fantasy with a strong edge of realism.It has been brought to my attention that when it comes to reviewing books, I may be a little lenient when it comes to scoring. ' Moon Over Soho is a gripping continuation of River of London's well executed blend of police-procedural and fantasy with a good splash of horror thrown in. Aaronovitch is, in short, w riting the best contemporary occult detective series on the shelf today, and that's by a substantial margin.' - Pornokitsch What they leave behind is sickness, failure and broken lives. And it didn't take me long to realise there were monsters stalking Soho, creatures feeding off that special gift that separates the great musician from someone who can raise a decent tune. So it was back to old-fashioned police legwork, starting in Soho, the heart of the scene, with the lovely Simone – Cyrus's ex-lover, professional jazz kitten and as inviting as a Rubens portrait – as my guide. He wasn't the first, but no one was going to let me exhume corpses just to see if they were playing my tune. The former owner of the body, Cyrus Wilkinson, was a part-time jazz saxophonist and full-time accountant who had dropped dead of a heart attack just after finishing a gig.
And that's why, when Dr Walid called me down to the morgue to listen to a corpse, I recognized the tune it was playing as the jazz classic 'Body and Soul.' Something violently supernatural had happened to the victim, strong enough to leave its imprint on his corpse as if it were a wax cylinder recording. When your dad is an almost famous jazz trumpeter, you know the classics. I'm also an apprentice wizard, the first in fifty years. My name is Peter Grant, and I'm a Police Constable in that mighty army for justice known as the Metropolitan Police (a.k.a. The humor, the world-building, the action, the magic, the mystery, the procedural-all are top-notch.' - Ranting Dragon ' Moon Over Soho cements series as my favorite urban fantasy series.
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