so-soContinuing my streak of detective fiction, I read this re-issued novel featuring an openly homosexual investigator. I really liked this. I could see this as a Ryan Murphy show. It has a good sense of atmosphere, a cast of colorful characters, and a solid (if uncomplicated) plot w/ a tug of war between earnest optimism and defeat. It is a vivid snapshot of its time (book was 1st published in 1970). I will read the next one.
I‘m sitting here going through the motions of feeling sorry for myself & lonely and forsaken. Repeating a ritual I began too many years ago to count, & perfected through a number of farewell performances. But actors wear out roles. I‘ve worn out this one. I can‘t do it anymore. The sketch wasn‘t hard when I understood it was 50% fake. When I was young enough to know ⬇️
Her mouth sagged open. She looked the way people her age, his age, wish they didn‘t when they see themselves in the bathroom mirror first thing in the morning.
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This is the first book in the David Brandstetter series, which is set in the 1960s. Brandstetter, a private detective, is investigating a life insurance claim on Fox Olsen, whose car is found after being swept down an an arroyo during a heavy rainstorm and no body has been found. David quickly finds that things aren‘t adding up and is determined to find out what‘s going on. Originally published in 1970, Hanson‘s detective ⬇️
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