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‘As sweetly profane a poet as American noir could have asked for’ Ian Rankin
‘A friggin’ masterpiece’ Dennis Lehane
‘The stunner that reinvigorated the genre and jacked up a generation of future crime novelists’ George Pelecanos
Meet Private Detective C. W. Sughrue.
Private detectives are supposed to find missing persons and solve crimes. But more often than not Sughrue is the one committing the crimes – everything from grand theft auto to criminal stupidity. All washed down with a hearty dose of whiskey and regret.
At the end of a three-week hunt for a runaway bestselling author, Sughrue winds up in a ramshackle bar, with an alcoholic bulldog. The landlady’s daughter vanished a decade ago and now she wants Sughrue to find her. His search will take him to the deepest, darkest depths of San Francisco’s underbelly, a place as fascinating, frightening and flawed as he is.
Welcome to James Crumley’s America.
