Ian Rankin's new novel is out now in hardback and audio.
I've never read anything by him but he's always seemed like a nice bloke. I'm sure he'd say the same about me if I'd been on Newsnight Review.
Here's the publicity shot for the book.
There's a poster containing this picture at Charing Cross station.
It's a bit disconcerting.
Half of his face is in darkness.
He seems to be tightly clutching his ear between two fingers.
What is he after?
Dark, depraved ear sex?