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Cold London Blues: Ealing Comedy meets Pulp Fiction and has a love child Kindle Edition
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The scenes with Father Tim, which are quite plentiful, are quite amusing but put him with Gregor and these two just bounce off each other. There is such a casual way in which they go about business and that is simply what it is, a job. It is just that they are bloody good at maiming and murder. It isn't a job where you can really make friends with people either because buy them a pint one minute and just one phone call from Uncle Tony and their life can be ended before the forth has disappeared off their beer.
Novellas aren't really my thing but I had heard so much about Paul Brazill that I had to see what he was all about. This novella has been top notch read. Such a very busy book it is bursting with entertainment value page after page, loved the gang members names and the London twang. Superb!
The style of writing is so good you almost forgot what the plot was about whilst reading it. With a body at every turn, even the violent scenes were amusing to imagine. This would make an excellent film of The Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels type, maybe Guy Richie should be offered it!
The characters names were brilliant, their descriptions, quirks and foibles excellently wrapped up in the style of this talented writer. Read it and weep with laughter.
Pat McDonald British Crime Author
If you’ve read Guns of Brixton, you’ll recognise some of the folks here. The tune has changed from the Clash to the inimitable Vic Godard and this offers the chance to slip in a little — dare I say it? — poetry between the mayhem. There’s a confidence here that allows some audacity. The first line: ‘The morning that Father Tim Cook killed Aldo Calvino the air tasted like lead and the sky was gun-metal grey.’ Mood and mayhem plonk down on a bar stool next to you. You’re not going anywhere until you find out how it all shakes out.
As always it’s laugh out loud funny between bouts of wincingly painful chaos brought on by characters who are as unlikely as they are vivid: gangsters who are feeling their age, hitmen who miss, hoods who want to go straight, and an actor so far up his own arse he thinks he’s god — or maybe just Batman.
I love the expansion of the Brazill world: both the London stories and the Seatown tales feed into the history of Cold London Blues. You don’t need to have read all his other books but it helps. There’s a mad world of lowlifes, cops and random walk-ons — no innocents though. Everyone has their demons — but they’ve got music too.
And I love the idea of the Roman Dalton P.I. series: TV people, make it so!
Some quotes (I’ll try not to post everything): just go buy it now.
A face so lived-in squatters wouldn’t stay there, as his old gran would have said.
Tim wasn’t sure when it was that domestic drudgery like cooking and gardening had become elevated to the level of the works of Beethoven and Chaucer but it was another sign of what was wrong with the modern world, the country.
‘Consistency is the city hobgoblin of little minds.’
‘If you gaze into the abyss’ said Marty, with a lop-sided smirk. ‘The abyss also gazes … and sometimes winks at you and blows you a kiss.’
The winter night bit like a savage beast.
A murder of crows scattered and sliced across the white moon, as the purr of an approaching Mercedes grew to a roar.
‘I blame America for it … well, I blame America for everything …The United States of America is a cancer. A poisonous virus that has fatally infected its host’…‘They say you shouldn’t make your home on an Indian burial ground but when you think about it, the whole of the United States is a bleedin Indian burial ground. Think about it.’
Marty hated high places. He got vertigo in thick socks.
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