A new crime-fiction blog
1) He's a nice guy.
2) He's a a hell of a prose stylist.
3) One of his first posts dovetails nicely with a post I made here yesterday. I asked Can authors and protagonists go home again? in a comment about Declan Hughes' The Wrong Kind of Blood and American Visa by Juan de Recacoechea. Dave holds forth on Martin Cruz Smith's Stalin's Ghost, in which:
The morose and laconic Arkady Renko returns for the sixth time since his debut in the brilliant Gorky Park of 1982.This time he's back in Moscow, which has changed a great deal in 25 years. It's a city where the excesses of capitalism and corruption have engendered an odd nostalgia for the days of Stalinist Russia — even as mass graves yield reminders of what those days were really like.© Peter Rozovsky 2007