
Her account of the injuries caused by the bombings which drove red-hot shrapnel through the bodies of spectators and runners makes for genuinely uncomfortable reading. First, she is a blunt writer who is not afraid to tell it like it was. Ultimately, though, McPhee’s account of the Boston atrocity leaves the reader with notably little sense of reassurance. As Michele McPhee comments simply: ‘I know a lot of police officers who didn’t have to pay for a round of beers that night’ (p. General rejoicing greeted the news that Tamerlan had been killed, and Dzhokhar arrested. Two more policemen were to die in the four-day manhunt that followed before the bombers, Chechen-American brothers, Dzhokhar and Tamerlan Tsarnaev, were finally stopped. Three died in these explosions hundreds more were injured (of whom no less than 17 lost limbs). As a symbolic target of jihadist terror, the marathon’s finishing line area was particularly well chosen: a crowd celebrating individual runners’ achievements under an array of international flags symbolised an entire Western-led global order.

on Aptwo home-made bombs wreaked carnage at the annual Boston Marathon.
