And when the narrative stops on a dime after an ice-cold 97 pages, you’re left wanting more.
Themes of security, honour, obligation and voyeurism converge into something enticing and engaging under Togawa’s pen.
Winslow is out there prowling the streets of New York poking his nose in, inhaling the stench, digesting the smoke and oxygen in his lungs and breathing them out as junkie poetry.
Durrenmatt often turns the detective genre on its head. Sometimes the crimes just don’t get solved.
Kiewarra hasn’t seen a cloud for two years but it’s been drowning in sin for generations.
Half a century in the making, Sinner Man is one of crime fiction’s most exhilarating rediscoveries.