Review of The Satsuma Complex by Bob Mortimer
As a lover of humorous British fiction, I find myself often longing for the witty charm of authors like Nick Hornby and Jonathan Coe. So, when my friend recommended The Satsuma Complex, the first book in Bob Mortimer’s debut series featuring Gary Thorn, I couldn’t resist diving in. Mortimer, the acclaimed British comedian and storyteller, promised a blend of comedy and noir, set against the gritty backdrop of Peckham. Intriguing, right?
From the moment I opened the book, I was drawn into the chaotic life of Gary Thorn, an unassuming legal assistant who finds himself entangled in a web of corruption, violence, and a touch of romance. Gary is not your typical hero; he’s a pro at minimal effort, drifting through life with half-hearted enthusiasm and a talent for comedic mishaps. His encounter with Emily, the troubled girlfriend of a sociopathic private investigator, sets off a series of events that give rise to the novel’s darkly humorous tone.
What truly stood out for me was Mortimer’s sharp dialogue, peppered with vibrant working-class slang that rang familiar and authentic. Phrases like “Fill your boots” danced off the page, sparking laughter and nostalgia. His writing feels well-honed, allowing the characters to shine through vibrant exchanges, even as the descriptive prose occasionally skims the surface. I found myself chuckling out loud—something I rarely do while reading—especially during moments where comedic relief came from an unexpected source: Gary’s whimsical conversations with squirrels that serve as his alter ego. It’s absurdly clever and become a quirky focal point that reminds us just how ludicrous life can be.
While the plot does have its challenges—certain elements feel rushed or underdeveloped, leaving me yearning for more depth in key moments—it maintains a brisk pace that kept me turning pages. Mortimer cleverly intertwines themes of betrayal and morality with pop culture references, creating a genuine sense of place. The juxtaposition of Gary’s mundane life against violent occurrences makes for thrilling, yet hilariously absurd situations.
There is, however, a minor critique worth addressing: the cast is notably monochromatic in terms of representation. While I appreciated Mortimer’s satirical lens, I couldn’t help but feel that the narrative would have benefited from a broader array of characters.
Despite these drawbacks, The Satsuma Complex is refreshingly entertaining; think of it as a popcorn read with its blend of humor, crime, and a hint of romance. If you’re looking for a book that doesn’t take itself too seriously yet still delves into the complexities of life, this is a delightful choice.
In closing, I can see this book appealing to fans of British humor and crime fiction alike. While it may not knock your socks off with its depth, Mortimer’s storytelling talent shines through, suggesting that this series has bright potential. I found myself enjoying the ride and eagerly anticipating the second installment, The Hotel Avocado, which now sits comfortably on my TBR pile, thanks to the generosity of my friend. If you seek a light-hearted, gritty escapade with a side of laughter, The Satsuma Complex is just the ticket!