These are old style fedora detective stories. An American detective in London not long after
World War II is a traditional gumshoe. Looking
for a murderer becomes looking for murderers.
Newman seems to get hit on the head with great
frequency. The book is written in the
style of the days when a private detective pulled his hat low and had a
cigarette hanging from his lip. The
prose is florid and expansive. The
author is so detailed I got a chill from sitting in a winter alley with a
hooker.
I think fans of Raymond Chandler will love the book.
This book may have been received free of charge from a publisher or a publicist. That will NEVER have a bearing on my recommendations.
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