In Boston, I suppose I ought buy Robert B Parker’s thrillers, but it’s been decades since he tipped from pastiche into self-parody. I’ve always thought that the reason America is full of serial killers is that they kill women on the off-chance that their victims might resemble Parker’s heroine Susan Silverman, and who can blame them?<\/p>\n\n
But I found instead a work of Loren D. Estleman, the most under-rated thriller writer I know of in the USA <\/span>(the most under-rated British thriller writer was the Gavin Lyall, who died this summer, and whose books can be reread over and over for the beauty and elegance of their clockwork).<\/p>\n\nEstleman doesn’t do character in his Amos Walker books. But he does dialogue and atmosphere superbly. In Boston, I suppose I ought buy Robert B Parker’s thrillers, but it’s been decades since he tipped from pastiche into self-parody. I’ve always thought that the reason America is full of serial killers is that they kill women on … Continue reading “Francisco requested me to tell you that you won’t be out anythign for the inconveniance.”\n“I laugh at money, How much am I laughing at?”<\/blockquote>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"