This is really, *really* good, if you're willing to deal with Newman having the courage to have as his POV 1st-person narrator in a noirish mysteryish novel set in LA *Raymond fucking Chandler*. I'm fine with it, not everyone will be. Oh, and Chandler is more like Watson than Holmes--the smarter character, the better detective, is Billy Platt, dba *Boris Karloff*. There is, fittingly, some man-made monstrosity here, as well as some older inhumanity--not so much evil as monstrously aloof. I've read and enjoyed some Newman before--specifically *Jago* and *The Quorum*--so I had some expectations for this novel, and it met them. Though, this has more humor in it than I remember either of those two novels containing.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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