"Noir" is an over-used cliche now - every crime writer since James Ellroy in the last 15 years likes to be called a "noir" writer, but few ever really are, or were. Jim Thompson WAS. This is perhaps one of the top 5 crime novels ever written, there are no boring detectives with drab, shaky personal lives within these pages: instead the story is told entirely from the criminal's point of view. And no, he's not a serial killer either, he is a professional grifter (conman). I won't spoil the plot, except to say that this is a brilliant portrait of the loneliness of the true criminal - no ties, no friends, just the constant staying-ahead of the law, and the accumulation of money for the distant day when the criminal plans to quit "the life". It ends with a shocking, gripping twist in the tale - true noir.