I categorically disagree with one reviewer who described the opening sentence of Sacrifices as the worst he’s ever read. If not the best opening sentence I’ve ever read, it was certainly among the most memorable.
The author of that sentence and this book is South African Roger Smith, whom I had never heard of but who, I discovered, has published an impressive number of novels and who has been compared to Elmore Leonard. For a writer of not only crime fiction but any fiction, I can think of no higher compliment. Frankly, I think his book is better than any I’ve read by Elmore Leonard.
In Sacrifices, a gripping tale of lies, murder, guilt, and — following its own delicious logic — retribution, Mr. Smith has created a powerful cast of tragic characters. Bev, for one, is Lady Macbeth minus the remorse.
In the beginning of the book is a brief epigraph from Seneca: “Crime when it succeeds is called virtue.” I never understood the meaning of that quotation until the end of this book. The end of this book that gave me the chills.
I’m not sure at what stage mere fiction becomes literature, but in this book Roger Smith illustrates how. His Sacrifices is a splendid piece of writing and provides a genuine pleasure to witness a master at work practicing his craft.