COUNTRY OF THE
BLIND

NOT THE END OF THE WORLD

ONE FINE DAY IN
THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

BOILING A FROG

A BIG BOY DID IT
AND RAN AWAY

THE SACRED ART
OF STEALING

BE MY ENEMY

ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL SOMEBODY LOSES AN EYE

A TALE ETCHED IN BLOOD AND HARD BLACK PENCIL

ATTACK OF THE UNSINKABLE RUBBER DUCKS

QUITE UGLY ONE MORNING

Yeah, yeah, the usual. A crime. A corpse. A killer. Heard it. Except this stiff happens to be a Ponsonby, scion of a venerable Edinburgh medical clan, and the manner of his death speaks of unspeakable things. Why is the body displayed like a slice of beef? How come his hands are digitally challenged? And if it's not the corpse, what is that awful smell?

A post-Thatcherite nightmare of frightening plausibility, QUITE UGLY ONE MORNING is a wickedly entertaining and vivacious thriller, full of acerbic wit, cracking dialogue and villains both reputed and shell-suited.

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What the papers thought of QUITE UGLY ONE MORNING:

Good: The Times, Irish Times, Literary Review, TLS, Esquire, Sunday Age (Melbourne)
Awright: Daily Telegraph, Scotland on Sunday, Sunday Telegraph, Time Out
Shite: The Herald, The Guardian

Most spookily perceptive remark: "Perhaps Brookmyre's second novel will not need to include quite so much stomach-turning olfactory and vomitory detail." Marcel Berlins, The Times

Huffiest comment: "Deeply unpleasant and thoroughly nasty... the novel makes for somewhat tedious and disappointing reading." Allan Laing, The Herald

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Also available as an audiobook on CD, read by David Tennant