This was the first Ross MacDonald I read, over twenty five years ago. I bought a dog-eared copy of the Fontana paperback from a second hand book-shop, and had low expectations of it,expecting just another Chandleresque California set thriller. I was of course completely wrong. This was one of the best novels I had read in a long time, and I raved about it, pushing it on anyone who would listen, and lending it to all and sundry-until , inevitably, someone didn't return it. When Allison and Busby started re-printing MacDonald's books in the late eighties, they missed this one out, so I was delighted to find it in print again. This book is not typical of the Lew Archer novels. It is the one where Archer is most ''present'' in the story, and has a personal involvement in- and possibly some responsibilty for-the unfolding tragic events. The scene where the killer confesses to Archer, and in the process, unveils the secret history of the doomed and destructive Hallman family, is one of the most powerful and harrowing you will ever read, and more than justifies MacDonald's reputation, not just as an important and influential genre writer, but as one of the truly great American novelists of the second half of the last century.