A review by menfrommarrs
The Sacred Art of Stealing by Christopher Brookmyre

5.0

If you want to avoid raw sexual bluntness and crude language, then avoid this book. The very first sentence will insult your sensibilities. Still, Harry’s essay on sexual transactions, in the first chapters is incontrovertible! ;)

Stuart and Angelique’s relationship was cleverly unveiled in small moments at a time.
Spoiler The description of a sexual escapade, actually revealed as having been a sparing workout, smashed my presumption multiple chapters after the event. Very clever writing to have me assume one versus the other for such a long time.


Loved the distinction made between the average hangover and the hangover with the added malady of remorse.
Spoiler As if to say: “Not only was I drunk, but I did unspeakable embarrassing things because of which I can never show my face in public again!” Hangover multiplied = “Guilt times headache; nausea times embarrassment.” Of course I’ve never personally experienced this! *~)


Zal, an American, with all of his Scots-pop references is the perfect scoundrel to fall for.

The vulgarity in this book only arrives in the scenes with certain characters, such as Harry and his association with gangster, Alessandro, or Monty’s and Walter’s disturbing bigoted morality. The other main characters of the story are less offensive. So if you can tolerate some coarse behavior, continue the read, I think Scottish writer, Christopher Brookmyre excels at character idiosyncrasy.