A man on a pub crawl; he might write a book, might not. Tremendous stream-of-consciousness/tone poem/scabrous pop culture reference-littered journey through a long dark night out on the piss of the soul. Splendidly observed/experienced; like a half-pissed James Joyce cadging a smoke outside a Preston Wetherspoons.
My own books here, if that’s your thing. Newest is noir thriller East of England.
Two sets of investigations into people lost along a remote stretch of Devon coast coincide. Once it settles down, this delivers in terms of cults, sacrifices, hippy rock stars gone feral, and some effective images. More Cthuloid than folk in its horror, and possibly offputtingly-overwritten; some ripe red glee to be had nevertheless.
My own books are here, if that’s your thing. Newest is noir thriller East of England.
Hap and Leonard protect a young woman from an East Texas crime family. The twelfth in the sequence is an action-oriented and brisk tall tale, leavened with Lansdale’s humour and by a real affection for the characters. A solid series addition.