Drier than a cream cracker; northern not only in vernacular but saturninity which envelops like a quilt giving off cigar smoke and port; <b>memorable characters</b> who vie for oddity or unpleasantness . . . <b>Andrew Martin's splendidly drawn snow-smothered York is a perfect foil for his sooty 18th-century gubbins and goings on</b>, in which little turns out to be precisely black - or precisely white. - Evening Standard<p></p>'The book's many voices are <b>written with skill</b>, and York's parallel worlds of fashion and poverty are<b> vividly created</b>. The physical book itself is <b>stunning </b>- the front of the hardback is swirled with soot, and the pages are black-edged. <b>An enticing and clever book, inside and out'.</b> <i>Book Of The Month</i>. - The Times<p></p><i>A literary thriller of <b>great ingenuity and originality</b></i> - Sunday Times<p></p>A<b> fascinating</b> read - Catholic Herald<p></p>In a <b>cunningly constructed</b> narrative made up of letters, diaries and other documents, the mystery is unravelled with a nod to the 18th-century novel while <b>remaining bang </b><b>up-to-date</b> . . . <b>Strong characters, humour and a dash of </b><b>the picaresque</b> flesh out a <b>sophisticated, </b><b>confident and intriguing treat.</b> - Daily Mail<p></p><b>Exquisitely written</b> . . . <i>Soot</i> is a <b>well-made</b> whodunnit, an <b>artful</b> pastiche and an<b> atmospheric</b> recreation of Georgian England . . . Comic but never arch, it is an <b>artfully sophisticated</b> entertainment - Irish Times