See that guy there? That’s Joe Sunday; thug, legbreaker, general criminal handyman, zombie. Yes, that’s right. Sunday was killed and brought back as some kind of undead. Like some other recent favourites, such as Chris Holm‘s DEAD HARVEST and Richard Kadrey’s SANDMAN SLIM trilogy, Stephen Blackmoore‘s Los Angeles is one where the supernatural is just sorta sideways to the world you and I live in. More to heaven and earth and all that jazz. And it is a book that really sucks you in. I’ve torn through it, not wanting to stop once I started.
One of the things I liked most is the scale of the story. Sunday isn’t here to save the world or even L.A. He’s a man interested in saving his own hide, getting revenge on those who fuck him over. Nice change of pace.
This is a damn good book and you should go get it now. No, seriously. Go get it. It’s quite the noir story with supernatural trappings. And one smoking hot femme fatale. And given her place in the story, she could have given rise to that archetype. It’s the kind of story you can see Hollywood sniffing around. Well worth the read, folks. Great job, Stephen.
City Of The Lost