A pair of British salesmen spend their evenings drinking and gambling and get in trouble slowly, then quickly, in Ray Banks' noir Dead Money.
Banks gives his protagonist that Jim Thompson spin that I always appreciate, where his actions make sense to him even as the repercussions for those actions grown in intensity; a classic "unreliable narrator" story often favored in crime novels.
Banks writes in a clean style, looped with inky black humor, and the plot goes at a lightning pace, heaping dread upon dread. My only complaint is that I felt that the novel probably needed one or two more chapters to fully realize all of the plotlines set forth.
I was pleasantly surprised when I was emailed a copy of this novel for my beloved Kindle from Blasted Heath. I have become a fan of these U.K. crime writers, quietly supplanting their Scandinavian brethren who have gotten a toehold on U.S. shores in recent years.
I will definitely look for more from Ray Banks and would recommend this to fans of the genre.
Banks gives his protagonist that Jim Thompson spin that I always appreciate, where his actions make sense to him even as the repercussions for those actions grown in intensity; a classic "unreliable narrator" story often favored in crime novels.
Banks writes in a clean style, looped with inky black humor, and the plot goes at a lightning pace, heaping dread upon dread. My only complaint is that I felt that the novel probably needed one or two more chapters to fully realize all of the plotlines set forth.
I was pleasantly surprised when I was emailed a copy of this novel for my beloved Kindle from Blasted Heath. I have become a fan of these U.K. crime writers, quietly supplanting their Scandinavian brethren who have gotten a toehold on U.S. shores in recent years.
I will definitely look for more from Ray Banks and would recommend this to fans of the genre.
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