In the midst of Lenny Bliss' marriage falling apart, a prostitute is murdered, and Bliss becomes obsessed with the case, which leads the NYPD detective into the dark world of the Russian mob
Great story! The author goes into great detail... a wonderful/terrible thing. At 900+ pages, it was daunting; however, once past the first 100+ pages, I wanted to keep reading. That said, I am on the fence regarding whether I will/will not read another book written by this author - a little too detail in some regards.
I really enjoyed this book. This is how it starts:
"Bliss sat on the wooden floor of the yoga studio, his legs splayed indecorously in front of him while the rest of the class sublimely assumed Lotus position. Bliss was not in Lotus position. He was not anywhere near lotus position, or half-Lotus, or an infinitesimal speck of Lotus. He couldn’t imagine anyone being any more un-Lotus. He’d taken a wrong turn, missed his exit, and was miles away from Lotus, standing in a phone booth in the rain at a gas station reeking of beer and piss, holding a receiver without a dial tone. That’s how far from Lotus he was."
Parts were laugh-out-loud funny, parts were sadly poignant, and while it isn't particularly realistic (although, what do I know?) it was a worthwhile read.