Since the Civil War, the President of the United States has had a vampire to do his bidding, linked to the office by a voodoo curse; in the modern era, the president's vampire takes on the immortal Doctor Frankenstein in Christopher Farnsworth's Blood Oath.
Rollicking, cinematic-style adventure is an enjoyable outing in what appears to be the first in a series from Farnsworth. Undemanding as both a horror novel and a thriller but full of knowing elements for fans of both.
I picked this audio book up on a whim and ended up liking it. I believe it was helped significantly by a very good reading by, of all people, Bronson Pinchot.
I checked this out from the Morrison-Reeves Library and consumed it quickly.
Always up for Nerd Extreme Sports, this blog chronicles John Oak Dalton's attempt to read 50 books a year.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
#48: Fake I.D. by Jason Starr
A bouncer with a minor acting career, a middling gambling addiction, and a major sociopathic streak will do anything to buy a racehorse in Jason Starr's contemporary noir Fake I.D.
Fake I.D. is part of the highly admirable Hard Case Crime line, a mix of lost pulp novels alongside newer works in the same vein. Jason Starr's work is a credible addition, sort of a Jim Thompson lite. Like many Thompson protagonists, Starr's flawed narrator continues to unravel more and more, despite the banal narration, to a chilling finale.
I had never read Jason Starr but will seek out more of his work. I thought this book was comparable to two of my favorite old-school flavored modern noirs, Scott Smith's A Simple Plan and Robert Ward's Four Kinds of Rain; good company indeed.
Had I had a single day to read this, undoubtedly I would have read it straight through.
I nabbed this off of www.paperbackswap.com and read it quickly.
Fake I.D. is part of the highly admirable Hard Case Crime line, a mix of lost pulp novels alongside newer works in the same vein. Jason Starr's work is a credible addition, sort of a Jim Thompson lite. Like many Thompson protagonists, Starr's flawed narrator continues to unravel more and more, despite the banal narration, to a chilling finale.
I had never read Jason Starr but will seek out more of his work. I thought this book was comparable to two of my favorite old-school flavored modern noirs, Scott Smith's A Simple Plan and Robert Ward's Four Kinds of Rain; good company indeed.
Had I had a single day to read this, undoubtedly I would have read it straight through.
I nabbed this off of www.paperbackswap.com and read it quickly.
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