Tonight I was listening to the Experimental Explorations with Herbie Hancock show () and was amazed and delighted to hear this in the listener emails section, a little over an hour in: I liked it so much I emailed in last month to say so. It’s described as “adventures in underground and experimental music,” which is what it is, a mix of old prog, new electronic, nonstandard jazz and much else each week there’s a featured album, for which some history is given and from which several tracks are played. I loved it from the first one I listened to. I’d heard him on Radio Four’s Round Britain Quiz for quite a while (fantastic quizzing there, with Val McDermid and the recently added Frankie Fanko, whom I saw on BBC TV’s Only Connect) but just this year poked around some more and found the show. Recently I discovered the BBC Radio 6 Music show Stuart Maconie’s Freak Zone, hosted by Stuart Maconie. We do know one thing, though: you don’t fuck with his joes. A very times we see that it is a show, and we realize the strength of this revolting persona he’s built, and some of what it’s hiding, but we never get inside. There’s one main character whose inner voice and mental states we never know: Jackson Lamb. Some of the funniest bits in the books are when we’ve been seeing things through the Rodster’s eyes and then suddenly switch to someone else’s point of view and see him through their eyes. He’s a great hacker but a complete loser otherwise, who in his internal monologue thinks of himself as a badass super-spy and refers to himself as the Rodmeister or HotRod or, one scene where he’s cosplaying Star Wars, HoBi-Wan Kenobi. The most funny are Roddy Ho’s sections, from one of which this quote is taken.
Private eye in old lingo free#
The books are made up of sections done in free indirect speech, with one section from Shirley Dander’s point of view told in her style (probably angry), the next from Louisa Guy’s in her voice, and so on.
Private eye in old lingo series#
One of the many things Herron is great at in this series is shifting from one character’s internal voice to another. It beggared belief, what entertained the hard of thought. Roddy wasn’t-a surefire way to tell a busy dude from a lightweight: no time for pissing about-but he’d heard the others at it, and what you did was, you saw a yellow car, and you mentioned it. There was a game you could play, if you were into childish shit. Further to the Yellow Car in London Rules and Yellow Car in Joe Country there’s another Yellow Car in the new Slough House novel by Mick Herron, Bad Actors:
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