Once again, Burke does not disappoint. I may need to take a good long shower (or undertake some other ritual cleansing) before I get a good night sleep, but, with this one, I got exactly what I bargained for: compelling momentum (OK, I struggled to put it down and lost a bit of sleep), brutal violence and deranged, nay pathological/psychotic wrong-headedness, all dressed up in gorgeous, lyrical, sensory-overloading, and teetering precariously on the edge of excessive, prose.
I'm (really) enjoying slowing working my way through Burke's Robicheaux series, and good 'ole Streak is growing on me (even if I'm still partial to Hackberry Holland, but that well ran dry much more quickly ... I've got more than a dozen Robicheaux's to go, ... so that'll keep me busy for a while).
I was surprised how difficult it was to find a decent hard copy of this book. Was this one less popular than most? As I've gravitated away from my Kindle (in support of my local independent bookstore), this was the first time in a while the bookstore wasn't much help (and I ended up buying a used hardback rather than read a mass market paperback, which I don't enjoy).
Hmmm, curious to learn what happens next....