The Burke and the Glynn are high-water marks of this or any other crime-fiction year. The only reason I hesitate to call each an uneasy monument of our uneasy time is that they're so much fun — sometimes angry or chilling fun, but fun nonetheless.
"`School's off. I just heard it on the radio!' I yelled across to them.
"`Piss off ya pervert!' a seventeen-year-old slapper yelled back, flipping me the bird as she did so.
"I'm the bloody peelers, ya wee shite!' I thought about replying but when you're in an insult contest with a bunch of weans at 7:58 in the morning your day really is heading for the crapper."
All crime writing should be this much fun.
© Peter Rozovsky 2011