Because Charlie Huston is one of those authors who does not give a fuck about the reader, your heart is likely to be broken several times and peed on. This is a good thing.
1000 gay russians.
Hard boiled noir held hostage by a dystopian sci-fi. The price is high.
9 out of 10 kangaroos are saving their money.
George Orwell was so prophetic that this book reads like the news.
100 out of 100 predictions come to pass.
Avery Cates begrudgingly saves the world again, plus some other crazy shit.
8 out of 9 clever techies.
The characters are so well developed I cried, listening to this book at work.
9 out of 10 mysterious, powerful men voiced by Martin Sheen.
The mind-fuck in this book is so complete, it’s like watching the film backwards and in negative.
4 out of 5 Rutger Hauers.
Take Philip Marlowe, give him Tourette’s syndrome, and fall hopelessly in love with him, and you’ve pretty much read this book.
10 out of 10 taps on the shoulder.
Like the “Blade Runner,” books, but with less philosophy and moral debates, more kicking ass and cursing.
6 out of 7 dead men drinking gin.
