Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
THE Ospreys were one of the biggest rock bands in the world when their lead singer, Isaac Naylor, committed suicide off the coast of Devon while on police bail following the death of a young fan. But no body was ever found and now, eight years later, in The Death Of Me by Michelle Davies (Orion, £8.99), London music journalist Natalie has reason to believe he’s still alive, and still writing songs.
She has a pressing need for the financial relief which such a scoop would bring her, which is why she’s determined to continue with her investigation even when anonymous attempts to dissuade her turn to terrifying violence.
Gripping from start to finish, this novel also benefits from an interesting setting in the music business and in the dying profession of freelance journalism.
PAUL FOLEY revels in the coolest, most joyful piece of theatre you’ll get this summer
Do frozen colonists carry the virus of empire? Why is monstrosity a great way to describe capital? Was God a dustman?
KEN COCKBURN relishes the memoir of a translator, but wonders whether the autobiography underlying the impulse would make a better book
Timeloop murder, trad family MomBomb, Sicilian crime pages and Craven praise


