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A crime novel so incompetent it might have been written by a child

Nigel Williams’s editor should have returned R.I.P. with the words ‘do it again’

25 July 2015

9:00 AM

25 July 2015

9:00 AM

R.I.P. Nigel Willliams

Corsair, pp.332, £18.99, ISBN: 9781472118165

First, a quote from the novel under review. The context: it is a flashback scene of the behaviour of a character at a birthday celebration for her aged mother. She is confessing her bulimia to a crowded room:

‘I make myself sick! I vomit! I vomit! I vomit! I lock myself in the lavatory while you’re all stuffing your faces and I put my fingers down my throat! I vomit! I vomit! I vomit!’ she had cried aloud, as she waved her long, prehensile hands in the air.

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