John Franklin Bardin's hilariously convoluted The Deadly Percheron (1946) gets mixed reviews when it comes to plausibility, but if amnesiac shrinks investigating their own murders float your hovercraft, this is for you. A psychologically dense take on the unreliable narrator ... So many kinds of blood, so little time - erstwhile playwright Declan Hughes' debut, The Wrong Kind of Blood, has a Chandleresque first line to make a bishop kick a hole in his stained-glass window: "The night of my mother's funeral, Linda Dawson cried on my shoulder, put her tongue in my mouth and asked me to find her husband." Jump here for some reader reviews ...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
This Week We're Reading ... The Deadly Percheron & The Wrong Kind of Blood
John Franklin Bardin's hilariously convoluted The Deadly Percheron (1946) gets mixed reviews when it comes to plausibility, but if amnesiac shrinks investigating their own murders float your hovercraft, this is for you. A psychologically dense take on the unreliable narrator ... So many kinds of blood, so little time - erstwhile playwright Declan Hughes' debut, The Wrong Kind of Blood, has a Chandleresque first line to make a bishop kick a hole in his stained-glass window: "The night of my mother's funeral, Linda Dawson cried on my shoulder, put her tongue in my mouth and asked me to find her husband." Jump here for some reader reviews ...
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Declan Burke has published a number of novels, the most recent of which is ABSOLUTE ZERO COOL. As a journalist and critic, he writes and broadcasts on books and film for a variety of media outlets, including the Irish Times, RTE, the Irish Examiner and the Sunday Independent. He has an unfortunate habit of speaking about himself in the third person. All views expressed here are his own and are very likely to be contrary.
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