Please check out Ray Banks' first column at Mystery Circus. True to form, Banks goes straight for the jugular question of British crime: Why is so much of it shit? And he answers it, in his non-resolutory kind of way. Anyone who says "I don't think we have enough Edward Bunkers in Britain" is, quite simply, barking up the correct tree. Banks is the harbinger of doom for the middle-class monopolisation of crime fiction in the UK. He is the jumped-up pantry boy who never knew his place, thank fuck. Someone give him column space in one of the nationals. (Sorry John R.)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
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The last time I offered Ray "column space" for his "jumped-up pantry boy", I couldn't sit down for a week. That might've been a misunderstanding, but why he kept singing Abba all the way through remains a mystery.
No one should ever show a sentence to John Rickards and say "I challenge you to find a cheap double-entendre here". You will lose. Every time. You will be destroyed.
Gimme. Gimme. Gimme. A MAN. After. Midnight...
Ah, good times.
Splendidly put. As James Elroy said about Dog Eat Dog, "The best armed robbery novel ever written". More Bunker, less bollocks (That was me, not Ellroy...sentiment is the same though).
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