omg - brilliant, bloody good fun! but insane, mind you. or rather, mind me: it’s totally bonkers but in a good way.
before I leave this one behind, I have to ask...can someone finally help me with the pronunciation of that crazy foreign word on the cover? please? is it “a-moor”, or do I say “a-more”? I swear, the French..win two World Cups and think they can go around sprinkling their tricky words all over our English-language book covers...!
Aberystwyth Mon Amour, by Malcolm Pryce (copyright 2001; quote is from page 67 of the Bloomsbury trade paperback edition, 2002).
strong, unnerving Terror tales, from Jerome and Pain, jolted me awake this morning, along with my coffee.
okay, this one has put Welsh crime-writing on the map for me. I mean, Bank of the Black Sheep was not bad, and Ethel Lina White’s two books I got to were okay - but nothing really dazzling me. but this Malcolm Pryce Humorous Noir series-starter is quite the blast and a half. murder emanating from - possibly, or maybe not - a stolen tea cozy, a boy’s essay on a mythical Welsh kingdom now under water ( if you buy that); a witch, Druids that aren’t like any Druids I ever heard of before! and a swell private-eye main character. splendid.
this one - the one with the title that gives me grief (“just do your own pronunciation, Tigus, and don’t worry about it”) - sounds...nutty, and a bit funny. definitely ready for a few laughs; this and Only When I Larf should provide...
another short, simple, but effective tale from Robert Barr. would not have believed this collection was going to transport me to Texas...but that was fun!
such a beautifully done Historical/Espionage novel - shall finish it today or tomorrow. some short stories next, and then either Aberystwyth Mon Amour, or Only When I Larf.
just thought I would do a bit more of this, tonight - get Khristo entrenched in Paris, get a taste of what his new life will be like, who has he met in his new job; jazz, connections, Aleksandra, an unexpected reminder of life back in Bulgaria...
a heist to plan?? gold to be taken?? ah, Paris.
just coming out of the section featuring Khristo dropped into the Spanish Civil War, and the next part is called Paris, 1937. the whole book is so engrossing, the historical backdrop, and the spy games. happy!
oh goody, it’s amazing so far! I had high hopes, and hopes have been fulfilled.
from Vidin, to Moscow; from Bulgaria to Russia...from man who saw his brother murdered by a sadist, to Agent in Training.
I've read a Furst novel before - The Polish Officer - which was okay, but I didn't end up rating it very highly. but he has a lot of books and I suspect some of them will impress me better than others, and it was always a given that I would get back to his work and try again. Night Soldiers it is (thank you, Themis)!
the persecution of Maria begins. I've only just started, so she hasn't fled to the coast yet, but there do seem to be some suspects in her life, who might torment her. I'm already wondering how all this is going to end - but, before that, what's the worst that's going to happen? disturbing.
I just read three tales - one by each author represented in the collection (I was going to stop at two, but the Barry Pain story was very short) - and all three were okay, but rather formulaic, gimmicky, and not the best stuff on display here. hopefully a bit of an upswing in quality when I get back to this.