Posthumously published novels often leave me feeling uneasy. There are some I enjoy, others, even if I really want to see something more from the author leave me with an uncomfortable feeling. There was a reason the author left that manuscript in the back of the filing cabinet and with hindsight we should have trusted their judgement and done the same. The late Sir Terry Pratchett seems to have anticipated such things ...

His unfinished works have gone beneath the crushing wheel of a steamroller in accordance with the author’s wishes.