Coupland always makes the mundane profound.
“Tough-guy writer with a sappy streak.”
That NYT review sums up Burke, one of America’s greatest living writers, perfectly.
I though I’d read all his stuff, came across this and mistook it for an earlier work I’d missed. It’s pretty new.
Here’s hoping Burke has a lot of writing left in him. Much as I love his Robicheaux work, I’m looking forward to even more of Billy Bob Holland and his ancestors.