I knew there would be great dialogue when I started this Ross Macdonald novel, but having not read any of the Lew Archer books in many years I was not prepared for the great descriptive and allusive writing as well. For example: "The striped hearse was standing empty among other cars off the highway above Zuma. I parked behind it and went down to the beach to search for its owner. Bonfires were scattered along the shore, like the bivouacs of nomad tribes or nuclear war survivors. The tide was high and the breakers loomed up marbled black and fell white out of oceanic darkness." The case is a tangled one unpacked with Archer's famous doggedness and care.
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