'Crumley is the singular reason that a lot of today's forty-something writers headed straight into crime fiction' Laura Lippman
'A fantastic road trip...wild, wicked, sweet, painful, courageous, outrageous, and obscene' New York Times
Never the most conventional of private detectives, C. W. Sughrue is called in to solve a far from traditional missing persons case. A beautiful woman has vanished, and Sughrue is set to be the next in a long line of people who have tried to find her: the FBI, her well-connected Republican husband, and – most worryingly – a group of South American drug dealers. And his only clue is a hollowed-out sculpture of a duck.
From Montana to the Mexican border, Sughrue embarks on a wild ride, as he finds himself in and out of trouble – and the beds of one or two women. And, as he runs from his memories of Vietnam, he ponders the meaning of loyalty and revenge. This is a journey like no other from the pen of James Crumley, the master of a generation of crime writers.
“The pleasures of Crumley's writing has always been in the characters, dialogue and incidental delights”
“It's the journey, with all its wild, wicked, sweet, painful, courageous, outrageous and obscene encounters - which must somehow include those between man and duck - that will stay with the reader after the blood dries'”
New York Times
“The pleasures of a James Crumley novel derive mostly from the zing of its characters, the bite of its epigrams, and a restless, almost manic vitality - prose on amphetamines”