In graduate school, we would sometimes get stoned and make
a casserole pan of One Good Thing After Another, which, was
a delectable sweet. You butter up your graham cracker crumbs
and press them into the bottom of the pan, then you sprinkle
chocolate chips all over, then you sprinkle shredded coconut
over that, then you sprinkle more chocolate chips over that,
and then you pour a can of sweetened condense milk over the
whole shebang, and bake for 15 minutes at who can remember the
oven temperature. You take it out, let it cool for a ½ hour, and
slice the o too solid flesh into 3" squares. By this time you
need another toke, then at last you daintily arrange the squares
on a plate and take your first bite of One Good Thing After Another!
Why am I remembering that ancient delectable right after finishing
The Giveaway? Because each book is one good thing after another!
And the finale Mayakovsky's Bugatti is Hill's best noir ever, certainly
the best wildly adventurous noir I've read. I literally had a hard time
putting it down. This book conducts its murders off the page and its
sumptuous dinners on the page! (Clay seems to have an unlimited
supply of fine wine in his cupboards, And in true Italian style,
a remarkable knowledge of what to do with pasta! My only complaint
is that his guests never acknowledge his culinary skill.)
For those who read right by the remarkable literary allusions, well,
I pity you. You are not well educated. And while the books are chock
full of places in Berkeley, some of which n'existe pas anymore, don't worry.
Navigating this small city has only grown more chaotic.
I want to see this book reviewed almost as much as I want my own
books to enjoy the honor, so Publisher's Weekly needs to step up to
the plate and make good.
Not only does Owen Hill have an encyclopedic memory of mystery
and noir, he knows how to use it and turn the genre on its head!
Harry Bosch's love of jazz does not escape the afficionado.
The Giveaway gives from beginning to end. Long live the unlicensed
private eye!