You can try to forget the past, but can the past forget you? This might be the central question for the protagonist of this book, Nicki McJacob, and the answer that she ultimately finds is, "no." Her's is a past with secret dark enough to lie about it to everyone--maybe even herself.
In the latest installment of the "Sin Walks into the Desert" series characters, Igwalson tells a gravelly story about things at beginnings, idealism things, hedonism and crime things, and of course, regret things too. Although, the reader might actually decide that for the characters, it's ultimately "no regret" things.
The writing style is similar to his previous works, but this installment is more intense. Mostly dialog driven with a good share of lingo for hard authenticity, the prose is terse and irreverent, gritty and unapologetic. The paragraphs produce graphic images of print black, strobe white and blood red. These primary colors evoking the genre of the graphic novel--black and white unless spattered with red as well.
But the morality is definitely not as stark. The book explodes with a horrific opening chapter where the frightening descriptions are explained with such direct voice that it leaves the reader numb to the desperate consequences, only to understand the full impact later. In subsequent chapters we are all brought up to speed with Nicky's past and sees her character move through distinct phases towards an ultimate reckoning. Readers of "Sin Walks into the Desert" will be pleased to see a reappearance of these characters as they make a powerful descent into the story as if demigods out of myth.
But this story is really about Nicky, and she deserves her own story. This one traverses many cities and decades of time but ends back where Igwalson seems inexorably drawn--in the desert. This is not a story of good guys and bad guys but more like the bad and then even worse. As Nicky says herself, "In this story. I'm the bad guy."