When his best friend and partner in the East Village jazz club the Tin Angel is found dead, Pablo Waitz seeks the truth about his death and the whereabouts of the club money he was carrying
A novel that combines mystery with the NYC jazz world of the 1970's - perfect for me. The four star rating is based on a reading of 25 years ago - not sure if that holds today. Perhaps I'll reread it and find out.
Abysmal. Don't waste your time. Basically this is a whodunit with a lot of sleaze and name-dropping, but I never cared about a single character. To me, this book epitomized the dark side of the 70's - 80's cocaine culture, but in a uninteresting way, if that makes sense. I hated it so much I threw it in the fireplace once I finished.