Lawrence Block's writing career has been one of the most varied and prolific in modern crime fiction. At his best he is up there with anyone you care to name, and a couple of his Matt Scudder books are as good as crime novels get.
Part of his brilliance is that he creates characters that we should find repugnant, yet still manages to make us CARE about them. So we have his series featuring the burglar Bernie Rhodenbarr, and another, Keller's Greatest Hits, featuring a contract killer, or hit man. This book is the fourth in the Keller series (the three previous volumes have been short story collections) and once again, Lawrence has us rooting for his guy all the way.
Here, Keller is coming up to his retirement, but is tempted to take one last job. This turns out to be a mistake and he finds himself stitched up for a political assassination he didn't commit. There are great swathes of this book where Keller doesn't do anything other than avoid the public's gaze (the baddies have helpfully released his picture to the police and the image is in all the newspapers), and there's also page after page where he talks about or pines for his lost stamp collection. Yet it's never less than completely riveting. It's written with the lightness of touch of an absolute master who stages every scene to perfection and laces the whole thing with a healthy dose of dark humour. And his dialogue is also excellent.
This isn't Block's best book by a long chalk, but it's still unputdownable and a flat out great read. Recommended to everyone who likes a bit of crime that's entertaining, fun, but still suspenseful.