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After Dark, My Sweet
On sale
22nd July 2010
Price: £4.49
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ebook / ISBN-13: 9781409130154
‘A blisteringly imaginative crime novelist…violent, amoral, terse and fast-moving…a classic American novelist’ Kirkus Reviews
Bill Collins is young, good looking, agile and strong, but he’s a drifter with mild multiple neuroses, in and out of institutions, and dangerously violent on occasion.
When he gets involved with the hard-drinking Fay Anderson and the deceptively pleasant ex-police officer everyone knows as Uncle Bud in a ruthless kidnap plot, everything goes to hell in a hurry, and the end, for Bill, is inevitable and shattering. This is a tour de force of paranoia and violence from the master of the crime noir novel.
Bill Collins is young, good looking, agile and strong, but he’s a drifter with mild multiple neuroses, in and out of institutions, and dangerously violent on occasion.
When he gets involved with the hard-drinking Fay Anderson and the deceptively pleasant ex-police officer everyone knows as Uncle Bud in a ruthless kidnap plot, everything goes to hell in a hurry, and the end, for Bill, is inevitable and shattering. This is a tour de force of paranoia and violence from the master of the crime noir novel.
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Reviews
I don't read many books twice but Jim Thompson novels - due to their concise, dirty power, their relentless violence and purity - can always draw me in for a second time. Some of the most psychological crime writing ever done. I love James M Cain and Elmore Leonard but Jim Thompson holds a special place in my heart.
The most hard-boiled of all the American writers of crime fiction
Jim Thompson is the best suspense writer going, bar none
My favourite crime novelist - often imitated but never duplicated
If Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and Cornell Woolrich could have joined together in some ungodly union and produced a literary offspring, Jim Thompson would be it