Transcendence Within’s Reviews > Five Decembers > Status Update

This thing is written with such brutal starkness — every word feels like it's being chiseled into rock, or that Kestrel (the alias for crime novelist Jonathan Moore) is mining for every word. But the mining is fruitful: he finds jewels. Minimal effort is put in to give staggeringly complex portrayals of the men, what they do, and what is done to them. "A tall stack of fat-clad muscle with a buzz cut" is pretty great.