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| 4 out of 5 stars |
***Wanda’s Summer Festival of Reading Fluff***
“I may have once had some thin faith in something like cosmic justice, but now I believe in box-cutters.”
So
says Spademan, ex-garbageman, current hit-man, and very noir
protagonist in the gritty, post-dirty-bomb world of New York City.
Sternbergh speaks in the crime noir voice quite effectively. Spademan
can drink with the best of them when he chooses to. He knows his way
around the underworld of NYC and he stays on the right end of the
box-cutters, even if he does get roughed up occasionally in virtual
reality. Even Spademan’s name elicits comparisons to Sam Spade. Plus,
Spademan has the same somewhat twisted set of values of a Philip
Marlowe—there are some things he won’t do for any amount of money.
“I kill men. I kill women because I don’t discriminate. I don’t kill children because that’s a different kind of psycho.”
Sternbergh
is no Raymond Chandler, but he writes a good science-fiction noir. The
reader must have no prejudices against sentence fragments, dialog sans
punctuation, or stream of consciousness.
Very entertaining, a quick read. I will never hear that tired politicians’ phrase “shovel ready” in quite the same way again.