Rebus Book

Picked this up from the Wetherspoons. Have to say was actually mildly underwhelmed: just good, competent, readable, engaging genre fiction. & I know apparently there's no such thing as genre fiction, but there is, and it speaks to the way that all psychology is knowingly-nod-and-a-wink cod-psychology, like the 'motivations' or 'drives' of the characters, not moving the plot forward, are a sort of necessary evil to which lip-service must be paid. I think this goes for the notion of 'sophistication' tout court. It's almost weird to read how flagrantly this is treated. "Oh, characters are meant to have dimensions? Well here's a dimension or two". Still fine serviceable reading material - I can see how for what it is it's among the best of what it is.