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The Metatemporal Detective

Pulp fiction for the intelligent

Michael Moorcock
Prometheus Books, 327pp, £17.99,

S. E. G. Hopkin

Wednesday, 30th January 2008

S. E. G. Hopkin reviews the new book by Michael Moorcock

The late Alan Coren once called a collection of articles Golfing for Cats, in order, he claimed, to maximise his sales by tapping in to two profitable markets at once. Michael Moorcock has lavishly adopted this stratagem. The cataloguing data for this book defines it as: ‘1. Detective and mystery stories. 2. Fantasy fiction.’ The author himself claims it as a tribute to the Sexton Blake series (for which he wrote his first published novel), but there is hardly a tree in the orchard of pulp fiction from which he has not scrumped: the Western story, the gumshoe, the horror. For each he finds an answerable style, even to the occasional vulgarism and clumsy piece of exposition. The hero is allowed omniscience and his favourite brands of tobacco and alcohol. It would all be irritatingly patronising if the author’s genuine affection for this world were not evident.

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