I just finished reading Kill City Blues, the latest in the Sandman Slip series of novels by Richard Kadrey. There’s something so compelling about these damned-sorcerer-as-noir-detective stories that I have to snatch up every one as soon as they come out. Think Raymond Chandler meets H.R. Giger meets Charles Bukowski. Not everyone’s cup of tea, clearly. But I can’t get enough of it.
This particular volume concerns Sandman Slim’s journey into the haunted bowels of a ruined shopping mall in search of a weapon that can counter the (nearly) all-powerful alien gods who threaten to annihilate our universe. As it happens, I went shopping at the mall today as well. Both the book and my purchasing concluded satisfactorily.