It appears to be a bit of a silly season at bibliographing, what with unicorns and now this, the latest installment of Malcolm Pryce’s Aberystwyth series of noir detective novels starring Louie Knight. I’ll let Wikipedia give some background on the series, which is:
in the style of Raymond Chandler except that the stories are incongruously transferred from the mean streets of Los Angeles to the rainswept streets of an alternate universe version of the Welsh seaside resort and university town of Aberystwyth, where Malcolm Pryce went to school. The hero of the series of novels is Louie Knight, the best private detective in Aberystwyth (also the only private detective in Aberystwyth), who battles crime organised by the local Druids, investigates the strange case of the town’s disappearing youths, and gets involved in Aberystwyth’s burgeoning film industry, which produces What The Butler Saw movies.
For a taste of what this all means, let’s cut to the opening of the novel, in which Louie is approached by the man who will be his client, one Uncle Vanya. Like most noir clients, he takes a while to explain what it is he wants Louie to detect. Unlike most clients, when he first walked into the office he put a sock down on Louie’s desk. After a while, he says:
‘It may be that I make an error in bringing my story to you. It may be that the vessel of your heart is not sturdy enough to accept the dark wine of my woe. The Russian heart is vast and contains multitudes. Is it really possible to pour out its contents into the puny vessel of your Welsh heart? I see you people selling your toffee apples and renting out
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