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Farrell & Cobb #1
Wolf Tickets
Sean Farrell - small-time thief, petrol smuggler and all-round scoundrel - just got shafted by the love of his life, Nora. She took his twenty grand, his coke and his favourite leather jacket; she left him with little more than a hangover and a Dido song to remember her by.
Now Nora's sights are set on the two hundred grand buried somewhere in the Northumberland countryside, and she's enlisted the help of the most dangerous man in Dublin to find it. Farrell hooks up with old Army pal - the shoplifting, rotgut-swilling arsonist Jimmy Cobb - to beat them to the punch. Because nobody gets in the way of Sean Farrell and money.
Now Nora's sights are set on the two hundred grand buried somewhere in the Northumberland countryside, and she's enlisted the help of the most dangerous man in Dublin to find it. Farrell hooks up with old Army pal - the shoplifting, rotgut-swilling arsonist Jimmy Cobb - to beat them to the punch. Because nobody gets in the way of Sean Farrell and money.
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June 14, 2014
Ray Banks has written some of the most enjoyable noirs laced with dark humor I've had the pleasure of reading and WOLF TICKETS serves up another dose of the good stuff. Sean Farrell gets taken for a ride of deceit and lies when his girlfriend Nora makes out with a nice bundle of cash, teaming up with an underworld heavy weight along the way to track down a hidden payload. Problem is, Farrell may have elaborated a wee bit about his criminal prowess with the stashed bundle more fiction than fact; a ploy to impress the pants off Nora rather than line them with coin.
Teaming up with a former army buddy, Farrell sets out to recover his stolen cash and teach Nora a lesson while he's at it. Unfortunately it turns out Nora was playing both sides with the gangster catching up with her before she's able to make out with Farrells' cash, prematurely ending her quest for wealth; a double dross that costs her last breath.
Ray Banks has a way with words and seems to capture a real humanist feel to this violent laden plot. The comedic undertones excentuate the dual character leads' persona and penchant for easy violence. As much as I enjoy a dark crime novel, a laugh here and there really balances things out; Ray Banks is one of the best in the business.
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Teaming up with a former army buddy, Farrell sets out to recover his stolen cash and teach Nora a lesson while he's at it. Unfortunately it turns out Nora was playing both sides with the gangster catching up with her before she's able to make out with Farrells' cash, prematurely ending her quest for wealth; a double dross that costs her last breath.
Ray Banks has a way with words and seems to capture a real humanist feel to this violent laden plot. The comedic undertones excentuate the dual character leads' persona and penchant for easy violence. As much as I enjoy a dark crime novel, a laugh here and there really balances things out; Ray Banks is one of the best in the business.
You may also read the review here: http://justaguythatlikes2read.blogspo...
October 3, 2019
Farrell and Cobb are ex-army buddies. A couple of ner-do-wells, perhaps slowing down a little with advancing years... or, not.
Farrell rings Cobb from out of the blue and tells him he's flying to London to visit. Farrell's girlfriend, Nora has scarpered, broken his heart and oh yeah... pinched $20,000 of his hard earned.
Farrell cleared his throat. "The bitch robbed me Jimmy."
I put the bottle down. "How much?"
"Twenty."
"Euros or real money?"
"Your Queen's sterling."
"Fuck." Nora was a dead woman walking. You didn't get between Farrell and his money.
"And," he said, "she nicked my jacket."
"The leather?"
"The Italian leather, yeah."
Strike two- Farrell and his leather jacket, the one i always reckoned made him look like an aging rent boy, but which he was dead proud of.
"You know what she left me with?"
"What?"
Deep breath, one word that sounded as if it cut his tongue as he said it: "Dido."
"See you at arrivals," i said.
Irish. Gritty. Hilarious and brilliantly brutal. Easily my favorite stand-alone novel by Ray Banks.
Highly recommended. An easy 5 stars.
Farrell rings Cobb from out of the blue and tells him he's flying to London to visit. Farrell's girlfriend, Nora has scarpered, broken his heart and oh yeah... pinched $20,000 of his hard earned.
Farrell cleared his throat. "The bitch robbed me Jimmy."
I put the bottle down. "How much?"
"Twenty."
"Euros or real money?"
"Your Queen's sterling."
"Fuck." Nora was a dead woman walking. You didn't get between Farrell and his money.
"And," he said, "she nicked my jacket."
"The leather?"
"The Italian leather, yeah."
Strike two- Farrell and his leather jacket, the one i always reckoned made him look like an aging rent boy, but which he was dead proud of.
"You know what she left me with?"
"What?"
Deep breath, one word that sounded as if it cut his tongue as he said it: "Dido."
"See you at arrivals," i said.
Irish. Gritty. Hilarious and brilliantly brutal. Easily my favorite stand-alone novel by Ray Banks.
Highly recommended. An easy 5 stars.
February 18, 2018
Very enjoyable, especially for its dialogue. Clearly an influential crime story.
February 15, 2012
A one two punch . . . . . . leastways, that's what the alternating first person narration of the two protagonists, Cobb & Farrell, felt like to me. It worked.
Cobb & Farrell are mates, and their hunting pair bond came through in spades for me. I couldn't put this one down, and had a lot of fun with these two psychotic idiots. There's a glee to this book, that really had me laughing when our boys messed up one douchebag or the next during their careening train wreck of a 'progress' through the streets of Newcastle.
Like a lot of yanks, I have a fascination with UK crime. We've all seen Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels, or Snatch -- but I suspect they bear as little resemblance to Brit reality as the Penny Dreadfuls did to the actual 'Old West' in the U.S. 'Wolf Tickets' gives us that satisfaction, making Oakland fools like me believe I'm getting a credible glimpse into that alien British Isles underworld, and loving every minute of it.
This as my first exposure to the work of Ray Banks, though I'd heard his name before. It won't be the last, as I really enjoyed 'Wolf Tickets' and will now have to suss out Banks' other work for assessment.
I only have one question: does Ken Bruen know the character Frank O'Brien is based on him? Okay, I've never actually met Ken, though he's played an important part in my life -- but the depiction of O'Brien in the novel sure bears a passing resemblance to Mr. Bruen. Maybe Ken needs to insert a satisfactorily humiliating ending for a Ray Banks look-alike in his next book.
I'll read Ray Banks again any old time, and recommend him to all, This was a dynamite read, and I'm glad I picked it up.
Cobb & Farrell are mates, and their hunting pair bond came through in spades for me. I couldn't put this one down, and had a lot of fun with these two psychotic idiots. There's a glee to this book, that really had me laughing when our boys messed up one douchebag or the next during their careening train wreck of a 'progress' through the streets of Newcastle.
Like a lot of yanks, I have a fascination with UK crime. We've all seen Lock Stock & Two Smoking Barrels, or Snatch -- but I suspect they bear as little resemblance to Brit reality as the Penny Dreadfuls did to the actual 'Old West' in the U.S. 'Wolf Tickets' gives us that satisfaction, making Oakland fools like me believe I'm getting a credible glimpse into that alien British Isles underworld, and loving every minute of it.
This as my first exposure to the work of Ray Banks, though I'd heard his name before. It won't be the last, as I really enjoyed 'Wolf Tickets' and will now have to suss out Banks' other work for assessment.
I only have one question: does Ken Bruen know the character Frank O'Brien is based on him? Okay, I've never actually met Ken, though he's played an important part in my life -- but the depiction of O'Brien in the novel sure bears a passing resemblance to Mr. Bruen. Maybe Ken needs to insert a satisfactorily humiliating ending for a Ray Banks look-alike in his next book.
I'll read Ray Banks again any old time, and recommend him to all, This was a dynamite read, and I'm glad I picked it up.
February 13, 2012
God, I love this writer! Ray Banks hits it out of the park every single time. He’s done it again, with his newest novel, WOLF TICKETS. The thing about Banks’ work is that you always save money. You never have to invest in a bookmark—it just isn’t possible to put his novels down until you finish. The only problem is you wish every one of his books were longer.
If you’re interested in how the criminal mind works, read Ray Banks. He knows.
December 17, 2015
This was great. Like a scuzzy Brit Hap & Leonard.
October 25, 2012
So, it's official: I love Ray Banks.
From what I've learned of the backstory of the life of this novel, it's a bit of a wonder that I ever got to read it at all. And it would have been a crying shame of a brutal crime if I hadn't, because I do like a bit of crime fiction once in a while, and when I do, I like it to be spectacular.
Wolf Tickets is spectacular. Originally drafted (from what I can put together) as a collaboration between Ray Banks and Ken Bruen and featuring alternating chapters written from the point of view of two very bad friends*, the book is loaded with English and Irish lower class slang (one protagonist is one, and the other is, tadaa, the other) that, I guess, publishers thought would make it a too-difficult, too-challenging read for the average knuckle-dragging crime fiction fan? At any rate, it's only because Banks is stubborn and sure and teamed up with Blasted Heath Publishing to release it as an ebook that I got to read it.
HOORAY!
I'd caution folks that this one isn't for everyone, though. The slang does take a bit of parsing, for one thing -- though really, context clues are a big help if the rest of the writing is good, and here, the rest of the writing is good, sometimes even brilliant. For another, well, duh, it's crime fiction. And these two, Sean and Jimmy, are serious freaking low-lifes on the trail of another pair who did Sean wrong: his ex-girlfriend, Nora, and her hitman ex-ex-boyfriend, who have stolen all of the hidden money (and his favorite leather jacket) out of Sean's home and are off to steal the rest - as in 200 grand he's stashed somewhere around Newcastle, UK. Or at least, that he's claimed to have stashed. Or has he?
So it's a race, it's a chase, it's a spree, full of hard drinking and drug use, vandalism, arson, assault, battery, foul language, more drinking, and a lot of brutal language**. These are not nice people, and of the characters there is not a one whom ordinary readers will find conventionally sympathetic. They made me wince a lot, look away a lot -- but never for too long, because they're too fascinating, the lot of them.
I just wouldn't want to meet anyone like them in person, thanks. I take those kinds of thrills vicariously. Which is why people like Banks and the Blasted Heath guys get my money.
Oh, and caveat lector: if you're an ex-smoker or someone who's trying to quit, this novel might be even rougher going for you than for the rest of us. They smoke a lot. Like, even when their mouths are so cut up they can barely talk lot.
*And here Banks has attempted a difficult feat: writing a novel in two first-person (and unreliable) voices. I don't see a lot of writers even trying this, but maybe I'm just not reading the right show-offs (it could easily blow up in one's face, after all). My standard for this trick is, of course, Theodore Sturgeon's Godbody, in which all of the different characters' voices are so well-defined one could tell who was speaking even if one didn't know where in the book a passage was found. Banks doesn't achieve quite that level of greatness, but he comes closer to it than most do, which makes this pulpy bit of brutal crime fun that much more enjoyable.
**Sample: "How about a drink and a sub?" "How about a f*** and an off" Funny, but not for everyone.Ray BanksGodbody
From what I've learned of the backstory of the life of this novel, it's a bit of a wonder that I ever got to read it at all. And it would have been a crying shame of a brutal crime if I hadn't, because I do like a bit of crime fiction once in a while, and when I do, I like it to be spectacular.
Wolf Tickets is spectacular. Originally drafted (from what I can put together) as a collaboration between Ray Banks and Ken Bruen and featuring alternating chapters written from the point of view of two very bad friends*, the book is loaded with English and Irish lower class slang (one protagonist is one, and the other is, tadaa, the other) that, I guess, publishers thought would make it a too-difficult, too-challenging read for the average knuckle-dragging crime fiction fan? At any rate, it's only because Banks is stubborn and sure and teamed up with Blasted Heath Publishing to release it as an ebook that I got to read it.
HOORAY!
I'd caution folks that this one isn't for everyone, though. The slang does take a bit of parsing, for one thing -- though really, context clues are a big help if the rest of the writing is good, and here, the rest of the writing is good, sometimes even brilliant. For another, well, duh, it's crime fiction. And these two, Sean and Jimmy, are serious freaking low-lifes on the trail of another pair who did Sean wrong: his ex-girlfriend, Nora, and her hitman ex-ex-boyfriend, who have stolen all of the hidden money (and his favorite leather jacket) out of Sean's home and are off to steal the rest - as in 200 grand he's stashed somewhere around Newcastle, UK. Or at least, that he's claimed to have stashed. Or has he?
So it's a race, it's a chase, it's a spree, full of hard drinking and drug use, vandalism, arson, assault, battery, foul language, more drinking, and a lot of brutal language**. These are not nice people, and of the characters there is not a one whom ordinary readers will find conventionally sympathetic. They made me wince a lot, look away a lot -- but never for too long, because they're too fascinating, the lot of them.
I just wouldn't want to meet anyone like them in person, thanks. I take those kinds of thrills vicariously. Which is why people like Banks and the Blasted Heath guys get my money.
Oh, and caveat lector: if you're an ex-smoker or someone who's trying to quit, this novel might be even rougher going for you than for the rest of us. They smoke a lot. Like, even when their mouths are so cut up they can barely talk lot.
*And here Banks has attempted a difficult feat: writing a novel in two first-person (and unreliable) voices. I don't see a lot of writers even trying this, but maybe I'm just not reading the right show-offs (it could easily blow up in one's face, after all). My standard for this trick is, of course, Theodore Sturgeon's Godbody, in which all of the different characters' voices are so well-defined one could tell who was speaking even if one didn't know where in the book a passage was found. Banks doesn't achieve quite that level of greatness, but he comes closer to it than most do, which makes this pulpy bit of brutal crime fun that much more enjoyable.
**Sample: "How about a drink and a sub?" "How about a f*** and an off" Funny, but not for everyone.Ray BanksGodbody
May 2, 2012
Wolf Tickets is a uniquely structured book. The chapters alternate between two friends Cobb and Farrell who rampage around Newcastle seeking revenge. This is interesting as you are given two perspectives from the two main characters which switch between the short chapters. This was a little confusing at first but it didn’t spoil the enjoyment of the book for me, it served to make it more interesting. The characters in question spend most of the time together so you get two viewpoints of the action.
Now this is Ray Banks so expect his usual excellent blend of violence, swearing and ready wit. The book had me wincing at the some of the violence and laughing out loud at the banter. This is the kind of fiction I’ve come to expect from Banks and this was as enjoyable his books usually are. Not one for the squeamish as the violence is frequent and at times even extreme. However, it flows beautifully and the dialogue between Cobb and Farrell really makes the book. I thoroughly enjoyed reading Wolf Tickets. Highly recommended.
Now this is Ray Banks so expect his usual excellent blend of violence, swearing and ready wit. The book had me wincing at the some of the violence and laughing out loud at the banter. This is the kind of fiction I’ve come to expect from Banks and this was as enjoyable his books usually are. Not one for the squeamish as the violence is frequent and at times even extreme. However, it flows beautifully and the dialogue between Cobb and Farrell really makes the book. I thoroughly enjoyed reading Wolf Tickets. Highly recommended.
July 2, 2017
When Sean Farrell’s girlfriend Nora robs him and leaves Ireland he calls on his old friend Jimmy Cobb to help track her down. With Nora heading for a hidden stash of cash in England and Sean desperate to stop her, this is another powerful crime piece from author Ray Banks. Full of black humour, finely tuned dialogue and a poetic Brit Grit narrative the story takes many unexpected and shocking twists before the dramatic conclusion. But it’s the love-hate relationship between Farrell and Cobb that really is the cornerstone to the whole book bringing added depth to the novel. Featuring some characters from a previous Banks novella Gun this is a treat for existing fans of his work. Thanks once again to Ray Banks and Blasted Heath publishing for letting readers enjoy a gritty journey through the criminal underworld of Newcastle.
October 7, 2014
From time to time I make a foray into a genre I don’t ordinarily dip into, and this is one of those occasions. Wolf Tickets is a short, fast read wherein we get to know two real lowlives and, as the book’s description suggests – all-round scoundrels.
Sean Farrell is not the sort of guy you’d invite over for tea. His steel-capped boots are often put to use for their intended purpose. When his girlfriend runs off with his money and his favourite jacket, he’s pissed off and bent on getting his stuff back.
Cobb, on the other hand, seems well satisfied with his dingy life. Ex-army, he’s ill-suited to civilian life and indeed any form of legal occupation, and he prefers to spend his days drinking and shoplifting.
From the outset, these two don’t seem like the type that’d even get on, but they’ve got a history together and they’re tight, despite not having seen each other for years. Neither is all that successful in their criminal lifestyle but there’s a kind of disturbing charm in how they go about trying to find the missing Nora who’s got the money.
The setting Ray Banks dumps us into is the seamy underbelly of the UK, and I can safely say that there is not a single likeable character in this story. But that’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the ride.
Wolf Tickets is violent and bloody. Things get ugly, very quickly, yet there is an undercurrent of dark, dark humour in how Farrell and Cobb interact with each other and other folks who cross their path.
I don’t have much to compare this with except for the type of stories presented by Irvine Welsh. Only I find myself liking Banks a helluva lot more than Welsh.
Using broad brush strokes, Banks paints a suitably grimy, vivid and awful world, and I could easily visualise the people and places – and suspect this story would make a most excellent film too.
There you have it – my opinion. I’m not au fait with noir as a genre on a whole, but really enjoyed this little excursion.
Sean Farrell is not the sort of guy you’d invite over for tea. His steel-capped boots are often put to use for their intended purpose. When his girlfriend runs off with his money and his favourite jacket, he’s pissed off and bent on getting his stuff back.
Cobb, on the other hand, seems well satisfied with his dingy life. Ex-army, he’s ill-suited to civilian life and indeed any form of legal occupation, and he prefers to spend his days drinking and shoplifting.
From the outset, these two don’t seem like the type that’d even get on, but they’ve got a history together and they’re tight, despite not having seen each other for years. Neither is all that successful in their criminal lifestyle but there’s a kind of disturbing charm in how they go about trying to find the missing Nora who’s got the money.
The setting Ray Banks dumps us into is the seamy underbelly of the UK, and I can safely say that there is not a single likeable character in this story. But that’s not to say that I didn’t enjoy the ride.
Wolf Tickets is violent and bloody. Things get ugly, very quickly, yet there is an undercurrent of dark, dark humour in how Farrell and Cobb interact with each other and other folks who cross their path.
I don’t have much to compare this with except for the type of stories presented by Irvine Welsh. Only I find myself liking Banks a helluva lot more than Welsh.
Using broad brush strokes, Banks paints a suitably grimy, vivid and awful world, and I could easily visualise the people and places – and suspect this story would make a most excellent film too.
There you have it – my opinion. I’m not au fait with noir as a genre on a whole, but really enjoyed this little excursion.
April 19, 2012
Everything I read by Ray just makes me want to throw my computer out the window and give up writing. Dammit, the man can write! And Wolf Tickets is no different.
I only feel like that for a minute, as Ray’s work inspires me after that moment of doubt.
According to Ray, the phrase ‘wolf tickets’ comes from a Tom Waits interview from Playboy in the late 80’s and describes someone who’s bad news. In a sentence it’d be something like “Don’t f**k with me, I’m passing out wolf tickets.” And yes, the two main characters in this book definitely fit the bill.
Set mostly in the Newcastle area, this tale revolves around the viewpoints of Sean Farrell and Jimmy Cobb, mates from their time in the Army, now coasting in the strange after-service life they both inhabit. In Dublin, Sean’s girlfriend Nora has stolen £20,000 from him and done a bunk to her old boyfriend Frank O’Brien in Newcastle. To say this pisses Sean off is an understatement.
So he hops a flight to Newkie and meets up with his old mate Jimmy, acquires a gun and they set off to hunt Nora.
I won’t spoil the story for you, as it’s a right good read. There’s plenty of ups and downs and while they’re violent, foul-mouthed thugs, the pair do somehow engender sympathy. I think Banks’ depictions of Newcastle fit well with my memories, revolving as they do around a lot of pubs, but he manages to capture the flavour of the place along with the characters one finds there.
Okay, enough from me. I’m off to read something else he’s written. Talented sod.
*If you’re offended by bad language or graphic violence, this isn’t one for you. Go read something by that nice Jeffrey Archer.
I only feel like that for a minute, as Ray’s work inspires me after that moment of doubt.
According to Ray, the phrase ‘wolf tickets’ comes from a Tom Waits interview from Playboy in the late 80’s and describes someone who’s bad news. In a sentence it’d be something like “Don’t f**k with me, I’m passing out wolf tickets.” And yes, the two main characters in this book definitely fit the bill.
Set mostly in the Newcastle area, this tale revolves around the viewpoints of Sean Farrell and Jimmy Cobb, mates from their time in the Army, now coasting in the strange after-service life they both inhabit. In Dublin, Sean’s girlfriend Nora has stolen £20,000 from him and done a bunk to her old boyfriend Frank O’Brien in Newcastle. To say this pisses Sean off is an understatement.
So he hops a flight to Newkie and meets up with his old mate Jimmy, acquires a gun and they set off to hunt Nora.
I won’t spoil the story for you, as it’s a right good read. There’s plenty of ups and downs and while they’re violent, foul-mouthed thugs, the pair do somehow engender sympathy. I think Banks’ depictions of Newcastle fit well with my memories, revolving as they do around a lot of pubs, but he manages to capture the flavour of the place along with the characters one finds there.
Okay, enough from me. I’m off to read something else he’s written. Talented sod.
*If you’re offended by bad language or graphic violence, this isn’t one for you. Go read something by that nice Jeffrey Archer.
September 19, 2014
I've read a number of Ray Banks' novels and generally enjoy the environments he constructs for his readers. This novel is no exception in that regard. The descriptive prose allows one to become a part of the scene where the actions, smells and sounds swirl around you. However, I think this story was a bit thin on plot.
Another reader commented: "I've gone through a lot of Ray Banks' short stories and books and every time they get more gritty, ugly, and disturbing but still fit into a coherent world that always works." That is a pretty good summary. Gritty. Ugly. Disturbing. Add to that a penchant for vernacular slang of the lower classes and it pulls the need for a great tale to accompany this mixture. I never found the great tale. I heard a story, which might make a good TV drama on BBC, but it was not memorable.
Another reader commented: "I've gone through a lot of Ray Banks' short stories and books and every time they get more gritty, ugly, and disturbing but still fit into a coherent world that always works." That is a pretty good summary. Gritty. Ugly. Disturbing. Add to that a penchant for vernacular slang of the lower classes and it pulls the need for a great tale to accompany this mixture. I never found the great tale. I heard a story, which might make a good TV drama on BBC, but it was not memorable.
March 25, 2013
Sean Farrell and Jimmy Cobb are probably the two best characters Ray Banks has ever written and WOLF TICKETS comes out storming like a Harley-Davidson motorcycle. Unfortunately, it doesn't keep up for the whole ride and some pieces fall apart. It's still a damn good book, because Ray Banks has standards and such. What I mean is that it's badass, hardboiled to the bone and it's going in every directions a little.
This could have been burning hot, yet it turned out to be comfortably warm. It's a great book, yet I was a little disappointed when the promising premise kind of fell apart and gave place to something a little more standard.
But holy shit, Farrell and Cobb are killer characters. Farrell in particular will stick with me for a long time.
This could have been burning hot, yet it turned out to be comfortably warm. It's a great book, yet I was a little disappointed when the promising premise kind of fell apart and gave place to something a little more standard.
But holy shit, Farrell and Cobb are killer characters. Farrell in particular will stick with me for a long time.
July 21, 2014
If noir novels center around characters who have no chance at happiness and lack any socially redeeming qualities, then this is one of the most "noirish" novels I have come across in a long while. This book shoots out of the gate and practically assaults you on its way to its finish. I found myself laughing aloud from the dialogue, rushing through the pages, and hoping the ride wouldn't end. Great book, great author, great read. Banks' website also has great insights and laughs as well, so if you like this book, shoot to his websites for more polluted ramblings from the great Mr. Banks. Bravo indeed!
March 5, 2012
Wolf Tickets was my first taste of Ray Banks and it is a hell of a read. I missed it when it first appeared in Needle magazine. But that's okay because I have the whole story on my kindle now. It is a fast paced gritty crime story. Banks has a no-hold barred, no bullshit style of prose and I loved every word of it. I can't wait to read more of his stuff in the future. Highly Recommended.
March 24, 2012
Brutal crime thriller with a little comedy. These two characters are from the dregs of society to be avoided at all costs. A very well written gritty tail of lost love, lost cash and old friends once again brought together to take revenge and the one man responsible for the loss. I loved this book not being able to put it down for very long.
June 28, 2013
Wolf Tickets is violent, foul mouthed, amoral and utterly entertaining. The prose is lean and mean like a crime novel's should be and often laugh out loud funny. I've already downloaded another of Banks's books.
September 7, 2013
Read this back when it was serialized in Needle and loved it. All about the low-life criminals, like one robber who likes to smack-and-grab with a sock full of coins.
January 12, 2016
Well written novel about some rather depressing events and characters
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