I had a nice post written but when I came back to edit it, OneDrive had disappeared it into the ether, even though it still appeared on my Recent Files list. So here’s an abbreviated version, and, while we’re at it, fuck you, Microsoft.
Bottom
Feeders, John Shepphird. The
mystery is good, and well told, but the inside baseball stuff about how low-budget
vanity project movies are made is fascinating.
Time
to Murder and Create. Lawrence Block.
I’m done beating myself up over how long it took me to dig Block. Now I’m just
going to dig him.
Murder,
DC, Neely Tucker. The second of
three Sully carter novels; for me it completes the cycle. All are outstanding,
all are different. Tucker has a gift for describing a reporter’s life without
getting bogged down in any single aspect.
The
Friends of Eddie Coyle, George V. Higgins.
There’s nothing I can say about this book that hasn’t been said. If you don’t
know what I’m talking about, get a copy.
The
Black Marble, Joseph Wambaugh.
Working my way through Wambaugh in order is a lot of fun. The Black marble
is a relatively early book, but it’s outstanding as it weaves three disparate
stories together with earned pathos and the humor that became one of Wambaugh’s
trademarks.
The
Eviction of Hope, Colin Conway (editor)
et al. I don’t usually list books I contributed to here, but this is as
well-organized, and uniformly excellent, a collection as I have been involved
with.
Midnight
Lullaby, James D.F. Hannah. I
read the two Shamus nominees (and one winner) from this series already, so I’m
reaching back and starting over. This is the first Henry Malone book, and as
good a first novel as I’ve read in a long time.
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