If you dig Willeford—he's my fave—you'll have fun with this one.

His political incorrectness is so aspirational in breadth that it makes me jealous!

First-person noir about a phony preacher who's in it because he thinks it will be an easy gig. (Turns out he's wrong.) He's also a classic "writer who never writes" and is always "looking for time to write." The crimes are small time, making his descent into the abyss slow and easy. The ending fits perfectly. Now I'm off to read more Willeford.

Nem krimi. Nem tudom mi, de nem az. Talán az egyházi személyek bizarr karikatúrája, Springer testvér személyében, aki prédikál meggyőződéssel, de vallási meggyőződés nélkül. És akkor még e mellé kapunk egy kis 50-es évek Amerikáját, négerekkel, déliekkel, polgárjoggal, és egy csipetnyi rasszizmussal, és mindezt egy gátlástalan, intellektuális ember szemszögéből, aki mindenkit csak átver. Mégis szórakoztató a maga módján, csak nem kell komolyan venni.

Undecided on whether to rate a 2* or 3*. Half stars would be perfect…

I have enjoyed all of the other Willeford novels I have read so far, but unfortunately didn’t enjoy this one as much as I would have liked. Of course the writing was good but unfortunately the story didn’t grasp me.


Next up by Charles ‘Pick-Up’

Another winner from Willeford, this one taking down preachers and religion and racists, told with Willeford's typically straightforward, observant style by another of his typically unsavory, amoral narrators. Good times.

Best black comedy ever written.

Strong stuff!