The man writes like jazz – you may not understand it, but you get taken in all the same.
Here’s the first line. “The Quality of Life Task Force: four sweatshirts in a bogus taxi set up on the corner of Clinton Street alongside the Williamsburg Bridge off-ramp to profile the incoming salmon run; their mantra: Dope, guns, overtime; their motto: Everyone's got something to lose.”
I loved the book, too, almost to the very end. Then there was a funeral scene that could never take place in real life. Well, most things in a book are like real life only better. This was like real life, only best. It was just too over the top.
And the end – the mystery of why one of the men who was with the murdered man lied about what he did and what happened - I honestly forgot it the moment I read it. It just didn’t resonate with me. In fact, the next day I had to go back and re-read it and it still lacked the punch to the gut I had been expecting.
But I would still give my right ovary to write like Richard Price.