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.
Fforde is ffantastic! Ffifty shades better than that other pretender who used a similar-but-longer title in a recent bestseller. Ffour spoons out off ffive. Iff only the scenes with the giant swan attacks weren’t so graph(f)ic! Too soon, Jasper, too soon!
Not quite up to Fatherland status, but a very solid Alternative History entry, made all the more interesting by its solid portrayal of Japanese society.
My first Amis. Devastating juxtaposition of the domestic and the insane. Masterfully exposes not just the banality of evil, but also the venality.
Absolutely charming murder investigation set on the line between modern-day and traditional Ghana. Read it.
Philip K Dick may be the greatest science fiction ever, but I had to give up on this one halfway through. I almost never do that with a book.