"`Boss Bradshaw is a tall tree,' Zondi remarked primly, `and thee is saying among my people—'How refreshingly unsanctimonious, how unpolitcally correct and yet enearingly human is that? I wrote a few months ago that I knew of nothing else in crime fiction like the Kramer and Zondi books: "The writing sparkles with the wit and concision of the best traditional mysteries even though the subject matter is sometimes as dark as that of the darkest hard-boileds. The social criticism is of a deftness that Stieg Larsson could never have managed if he'd written a thousand books, and the sympathetic eye for character is something like Andrea Camilleri's."
"`Bullshit,' interrupted Kramer, `you're making this up!'
"They laughed together, then peered over the cars in front of them..."
Nothing has changed my mind since. McClure was one of the great originals in crime fiction, a defier of categories, and very much worth reading for crime-fiction-lovers of all stripes.
© Peter Rozovsky 2012