My sweet, dear old Nan liked her Micky Spillane and now I can see why. These stories are harder-boiled than tough old steak and the reader is swept along on top of an unsavoury froth of thudding bodies, destructive dames and casual use of extreme violence. There are no heroes, just narrators, but they keep you turning the pages in a 'what happened next?' frenzy. This is a gripping book, but not ideal bedtime reading.
(Clive Yelf - bwl 25 August 2004 ) |
