I'm still trying to comb my hair back down and brush the grit out of my teeth after jumping in the passenger side with "the wheelman" Lennon. The plot snaps along at a breakneck pace setting I'm sure the world record for the most double dealing, double crosses in the history of literature. The prose is muscular, the dialogue is crisp, the plot is intriguing and all of this unfolds in 231 pages. A very impressive debut novel, I will definitely be picking up more books by Duane Swierczynski which leads me to another question. How in the world did the author convince the publishing world not to shorten his 12 letter last name?
Now I must chase down a copy of The Blonde for my next Swierczynski fix.