Aaronovitch’s MOON OVER SOHO now available in Czech


MOON OVER SOHO, the second novel in Ben Aaronovitch‘s best-selling and critically-acclaimed Peter Grant series, is now available in Czech! Published by Kosmas as MĚSÍC NAD SOHO, here’s the synopsis…

Jmenuji se Peter Grant. Ještě nedávno jsem byl obyčejný četnický zelenáč v řadách londýnské Metropolitní policie. Jedné noci jsem se ale při vyšetřování vraždy zapletl s duchem, a všiml si mě tak vrchní inspektor Nightingale, poslední čaroděj Anglie. A tak teď stojím jako člen dvoučlenné speciální policejní jednotky v márnici nad tělem zavražděného jazzmana a snažím se získat z jeho mrtvého těla záznam melodie, důležitou stopu ve vyšetřování jeho vraždy. To fakt umím. A nejen to. A tak vím, že v Soho řádí vrah, který má nadpřirozené schopnosti a jedině naše jednotka je schopna ho zastavit.

The novel is published in the UK by Gollancz, and in the US by Del Rey. Here’s the English-language synopsis…

Peter Grant is not just a lowly Detective Constable, he’s also apprenticed to the last wizard in Britain: policing will never be the same again!

I was my dad’s vinyl-wallah: I changed his records while he lounged around drinking tea, and that’s how I know my Argo from my Tempo. And it’s why, when Dr Walid called me to the morgue to listen to a corpse, I recognised the tune it was playing. Something violently supernatural had happened to the victim, strong enough to leave its imprint like a wax cylinder recording. Cyrus Wilkinson, part-time jazz saxophonist and full-time accountant, had apparently dropped dead of a heart attack just after finishing a gig in a Soho jazz club. He wasn’t the first.

No one was going to let me exhume corpses to see if they were playing my tune, so it was back to old-fashioned legwork, starting in Soho, the heart of the scene. I didn’t trust the lovely Simone, Cyrus’ ex-lover, professional jazz kitten and as inviting as a Rubens’ portrait, but I needed her help: there were monsters stalking Soho, creatures feeding off that special gift that separates the great musician from someone who can raise a decent tune. What they take is beauty. What they leave behind is sickness, failure and broken lives.

And as I hunted them, my investigation got tangled up in another story: a brilliant trumpet player, Richard ‘Lord’ Grant – my father – who managed to destroy his own career, twice. That’s the thing about policing: most of the time you’re doing it to maintain public order. Occasionally you’re doing it for justice. And maybe once in a career, you’re doing it for revenge.

The novel has also been published in German, French, Japanese, Russian and more. Details can be found on Ben’s author page, and the all of the covers (to date) are below…