Jan 182013

I have a problem with Gun Machine. It’s really good. It should be bloody brilliant. It is. Sometimes. Just not all the time. A policeman is revived and renewed by his finding of a treasure trove of guns, each used in a single murder, in an exact and particular manner. Character development. Fucked up redemption. The book drips with craft. The emotion and feeling and style emanate. I like this book a lot, but it makes me angry because it flashes with brilliance – the passage with oil heating in a pan – I want the whole thing like that. All mine.


Get it on Kindle here (UK) or here (US)

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