It took me awhile to get through THE WRONG KIND OF BLOOD, and I don't know why. In most ways, Declan Hughes has written a very good, but typical, hard-boiled detective novel, albeit one enhanced by an evocative sense of place and time (as with many novels written by Irish authors, Ireland--or rather, Irishness--is an important actor in the story). But, there is something about this book that is far more than the typical. The protagonist, Ed Loy, is a prodigal son come home too late. Like many a dark hero before him he has a tragic past, on several counts. Like Sam Spade and Lew Archer and a host of others, women fall for him quickly, and he can out-tough the toughest bad guys (and the cops). Loy, however, often gets as good as he gives in these tough-guy encounters. Ultimately, what separates THE WRONG KIND OF BLOOD from the typical, and what makes the book more than a very good detective story, is the author's sly and clever use of language. Don't skim. Read carefully and thoroughly so you don't miss any of the artfulness. Declan Hughes knows how to turn a phrase, and sometimes it sneaks up on you. The book is certainly a keeper and I look forward to reading more of this author's work.
Ed Loy is back home
Fleeing emotional shock
Puts the past to bed.