Gun Monkeys by Victor Gischler

I had just finished rereading ‘Farewell, My Lovely‘. Still lingering over Chandler’s sumptuous prose. Lines like: “he looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.”

And: “He was a big man but not much more than six feet five inches tall and not wider than a beer truck.”

When I started reading ‘Gun Monkeys’. Now this is how to write:

“I turned the Chrysler onto the Florida Turnpike with Rollo Kramer’s headless body in the trunk, and all the time I’m thinking I should’ve put some plastic down. I knew the heap was a rental, but I didn’t like leaving anything behind the inevitable forensics safari. That meant I’d have to strip all the carpeting in the trunk, douche out the blood with Clorox, and hope Avis took a long time to notice. I shoud’ve just taken a second and put some plastic down. Shit.”

And that’s just the opening paragraph. What a book!

Now I discover that another of my favourite writers, Lee GoldbergDiagnosis Murder, Psych, Monk, Monk tie ins – is working on the screen version. I raise a glass to that production coming off. It could be a modern classic.


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