Honor-bound as I am by said media's professed belief in full disclosure and avoiding even the appearance of impropriety, I hereby acknowledge that:
a) The author and I have for some time exchanged comments of a friendly nature on each other's blogs
b) He sent me the book, signed, with a note I presume he wrote himself
c) I have drunk Guinness in his sister's pub, and
d) Sod the mainstream media. I'm writing about the book anyhow.
I can't quote from the novel, but I will say that its prologue tiptoes to the precipice of death and peers over. And this prologue thing — McKinty makes votive offerings at the shrine of Ernest Hemingway, but I'd bet he's read an old horror tale or two as well. He knows how to lure a reader in.
More to come.
© Peter Rozovsky 2008
Labels: Adrian McKinty