I'm back in something like my rhythm for reading. Last three books: Secret Identity by Alex Segura, a neatly noirish mystery, set in the comics industry in NYC in 1975, when both NYC and the comics industry looked as though they were circling the drain, laden with queerness and feminism and stacked with love for comics; Cahokia Jazz by Francis Spufford, a noirish crime novel set in 1920s Cahokia, in an alt-history where Cahokia is still a going thing, a jazzy symphony of research and writing, theme and story, pain and beauty; Moon Lake by Joe R. Lansdale, a master working in his grimy East Texas crime wheelhouse, noirsh and gothic with elements that hint at but do not insist on the supernatural, and an earned and honest bittersweet ending.
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