Because Max "Hitler" Hastings' history of the Vietnam Police Action is too big to lug around in an inside pocket, I started James Oswald's "No Time To Cry" on the tube last night. His first non-McClean crime novel, no supernatural goings-on yet (though Madame Rose, McClean's antiquarian chum, puts in an appearance) and light on killin's (only one so far). Overall impression positive.