Prior to reading Children of the Revolution, I was unfamiliar with both author Robinson and his compelling police detective, Alan Banks. Halfway through the book, I was telling friends of this wonderful author and his memorable character. This is one of those books you want to spread the word about.
Banks is a real policeman, willing to step outside the lines of protocol and jurisdiction. His life contains the interests and struggles of real people without being tortured by self-doubt and destructive habits. In other words, he’s a regular guy with a passion for music, decent wine, relationships and the job. I like the jazz record collection he turns to, I like that he unwinds with a glass (or two) of wine. And I enjoy Banks’ relentless pursuit of the truth.
Children of the Revolution brings the radical politics and climate of the 1960s and ‘70s to today’s England, at times either the centerpiece of a complex mystery, or merely a side plot. At first glance a mysterious death appears to be a drug-related accident; then questions begin. From that point on Inspector Banks finds himself in a confusing mystery.
Robinson’s writing style is engaging. Banks, his staff and everyone he deals with are memorable and remain lasting in my mind. Children of the Revolution compels me to find earlier Inspector Banks novels, line ‘em up, and read all of them.