Long Shadows
(Macmillan, £22)
on’t get me wrong. When it comes to fiction, I’m all in favour of sensitive renderings of one woman’s journey into something or other; one man’s anguished struggles to understand himself; thoughtful if largely plotfree mediations on today’s world. Nonetheless, there are times when nothing hits the spot like a no-frills, foot-to-the-floor American thriller of the kind
