
Being the latest adventure in our continuing odyssey adrift on the perilous seas of independent publishing … You may or may not recall that we’ve been persecuting various writers to give
THE BIG O a bit of a hup-ya, the better to improve our paltry chances of getting our humble offering published in the USA. Anyhoo, we dropped
Reed Farrel Coleman a line, slavered a little, doffed the cap we’d bought specially for the occasion, and then asked if he’d mind reading our grubby little tome. And lo! He did! What’s more, he actually blurbed the hell out of it, to wit:
“No such thing as coincidence? Don’t tell that to the glorious band of cast-offs and misfits that populate the pages of Declan Burke’s uncanny THE BIG O. With a deft touch, Burke pulls together a cross-genre plot that’s part hard-boiled caper, part thriller, part classic noir, and flat out fun. From first page to last, THE BIG O grabs hold and won’t let go.” – Reed Farrel Coleman: Shamus, Barry, and Anthony Award-winning Author of THE JAMES DEANS
All of which is lovelier than Nicole Kidman guesting on trumpet break in a Forever Changes-era Love cover band. But the best thing(s)? Reed Farrel Coleman owes us nothing, needs us for nothing, and can gain absolutely nothing by doing us a favour. Better still,
THE JAMES DEANS is one hell of a read, and Moe Prager – for those in the know – is the realest of private eye deals. So are we happy? To paraphrase Leonard ‘Laughing Lenny’ Cohen, we haven’t been this happy since the end of World War II ...
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