Hey y’all long-time-no-see! I’ve missed this so!
Much like our trusty narrator Gary, I also script entire conversations with local squirrels when I walk through town. I have a regular rodent repartee while walking to the bookstore (I KNOW!) every day. Unlike Gary, I have not been pulled into a conspiracy involving novelty print socks, a shady detective agency, an elderly hacker, and a corn-cob shaped USB dongle. This certainly isn’t a complaint; I am quite happy in my lane at the moment and I really don’t need any corrupt cops on my non-existent case, but I digress.
If the above situation just sounds like a boring list to you, look away- but if you love a goofy British mystery then the above list was written just for you! Bob Mortimer- yes, THAT Bob Mortimer (former lawyer, current rambling comedy mad man- nobody guests on a show like ol’ Bob) rambles and wriggles his way throughout this very silly story; it’s nearly impossible to read it without hearing his voice in your head (which is a slight negative; he’s such a singularly bizarre guy it’s a little weird reading his very distinct thoughts come from a young legal aide named Gary.
Bob Mortimer is the master of a bananas-yet-mundane adventure, and the shaggy dog that is The Clementine Complex can most certainly hunt. The hunting will take place on the sea side, in a half-removed play area, in council estates, and on many a bar stool…and it will leave you crying in your pint with laughter.
Also: if you’re reading outside of the US, you can find this book under The Satsuma Complex. I adore the word satsuma (especially with an accent ala Noel Fielding in Mighty Boosh), but I think The Clementine Complex is a tastier title.