The title Nobody True is a complicated set of puns on its own plot; adman Jimmy True has no body because he was off on one of his regular astral jaunts when someone stuck him through the heart and carved him up like meat. His rather privileged position as an invisible observer of his own murder investigation enables him to discover uncomfortable truths about almost everyone he knows--his wife, his young daughter, his business partner--and a darker set of truths about the serial killer whose victim he appears to be. Jimmy has many problems with trust--his paranoid mother and absent father have seen to that--and at first his posthumous experiences confirm all his worst dreads. This is a book about learning valuable lessons and not thinking simple versions of the truth are necessarily the most accurate ones; it is among the most odd Herbert horror thrillers and like several of his best books has an attractive emotional core underneath all the gore and nightmare. Occasional wordiness and too much occultist waffle about dreaming, death and soul travel do not stop this also being intermittently one of his most gripping. --Roz Kaveney
