Stupid
MacDonald gives us a thinking reader's detective story. Sometimes his prose and thoughtfulness rise  to the level of literature. This is not one of them. E.g., the rape scene toward the end, in which the victim discovers she's actually liking it, to her destruction. Perhaps MacDonald could be forgiven as this was written in '73 before the concept of women as human beings had had time to quite sink into the national mentality... no still meant yes, rape had to do with sex not violence, victim was complicit in the crime. As good as MacDonald was, this is a stupid book.
Rating: 3 stars