THE KILLING OF THE TINKERS by Ken Bruen is about Jack Taylor, ex Irish copper, returned to Galway from London, who is hired by a Tinker to find out who is murdering young Tinkers. It's noir, which means that the protagonist is a drunk, an addict and a sleazeball who spends most of the book engaged in some fleshly or chemical pleasure. It's also modern writing, which means that every sentence has been stripped to the minimum and the prose flows like a telegram.
The lead character is a walking cliche with an annoying habit of quoting authors at a rate of about one every two pages. Maybe it's to bulk up the (slim) page count? Or to let us know how clever Bruen/Taylor is? Who knows? I thought it pointless and frustrating. Yes, I like Lawrence Block and Ed McBain too, but when do we get to the investigation?
Well, you don't. Taylor's style of investigation works thus: phone up friends who are actually capable of doing things. Drink, do drugs, destroy marriage. Receive information. Drink, do drugs, nearly destroy friendship. Take on a case about some loon decapitating swans. Drink, do drugs, hook up with a woman young enough to be his daughter. Tell the tinkers you think you know who it is, let them kill the suspect, realise you got the wrong man. Drink, do drugs, etc...
Sure, some of the characters are interesting. Sure, the prose is fast. Sure, it's a quick read. But it has a fatal flaw for a book about a private investigator which is that he barely does any investigating. It takes him till around page 100 to even start (in a 250 page book) and even then he barely does anything. Most of the book is really about what its like to be an alkie/addict ex-cop self-destroying. Which is OK but nothing you haven't read before done better. It isn't a lousy book but it does feel like a waste of time.