SIRENS by Joseph Knox Book Review
337 pages of oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap. I held my breath every time I turned a page of SIRENS. It's a debut novel - this British dude, Joseph Knox's first book. He kills it. He kills it, plates it, and serves it to a dinner party of lovably despicable characters. It's not perfect. I'll be honest, it's a little racy for me. Sex is portrayed super weird, no one's happy, there's blood and bodies and truly evil baddies. But that is a footnote. It's lovely, too. Full of deep feeling, creativity, and an insight into human motivations. The main detective drunkard, Aiden Waits ("for no man") is a heartbreaker. He knows all, sees all; knows nothing, gets fleeced. It's noir for sure, just like the dust-jacket repeats. I read the Maltese Falcon and it wasn't my thing. SIRENS had me from "They'd never trust me in the daylight again." I couldn't stop reading. You know when you're reading a book and ...