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2002-03-31

In a way Iain Banks is right when he said this about Complicity: “A bit like The Wasp Factory except without the happy ending and redeeming air of cheerfulness.” In a way, a small way, and that is only about the ending. The Wasp Factory ends happily although the road there is very, ehm, horrible. Complicity is better in that regard, up until the ending. You know the phrase “the truth shall set you free?” Forget that.

Unlike the Wasp Factory, the main character of Complicity isn’t an insane sociopath and as such the book itself is less disgusting. The violence, however, is brutal, naked and conceived by stark realism. It is not an easy read, Banks experiment and here he has the murderer presented in second person. The result is intense and rather much better than it could have been.

A good book, but Banks has proven that he can so much better.