A visceral, acid-soaked trip through Mexico's many underworlds: a debut novel by a crime writer of poetic genius. A terrific, tightly-paced thriller that utterly transports its reader. With beautifully poetic visual description, the tale takes us from the saturated palettes and neon diffusions of Mexico City to the filthily polluted, crime-ravaged regions in the eastern part of the country - land rich with oil and horror... The sense of place, too, is utterly electric: with considered, efficient strikes, the story's sounds, smells, weather and colour diffuse across the narrative... Call Him Mine has been likened to 'Breaking Bad' and 'Narcos', and the narrative, with its fast-moving combinations of crucial quests, visceral violence and dark humour, is certainly gripping. But central to the trajectory of the plot is Andrew's uncovering of a scoop; though the subject may differ, the text's progress, in this respect, bears some similarity to the 2015 film Spotlight. Like Spotlight, it is cleverly composed of truths to be uncovered by the protagonist, and truths withheld by him - alluded to, and then gradually revealed in later stages. And like that film, MacGabhann's novel simultaneously informs and celebrates the diligence involved in gathering and disseminating that information: facts those in the highest echelons of power would rather stay deeply buried.