Tuesday, May 20, 2014

"Eight Million Ways To Die" by Lawrence Block

Blood all over, and the smell of fresh death in the air. Not the stale reek of a late-found corpse, not the stench of decomposition, but the horrible odor of a slaughterhouse, the raw and throat-catching smell of fresh blood.

Just finished this novel. I've read quite a bit of Lawrence Block, but still blown away. Scudder's on the hunt for a prostitute killer and battling alcoholism and NYC's myriad demons in the process. Block is a true crime master -- not the master; that title goes to Westlake in my book -- but not far behind.

Eight Million Ways To Die on Amazon.

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