Another book I picked up at the aforementioned bookstore was an early novel by George Pelecanos called Shoedog.
Shoedog tells the story of a mysterious drifter, Constance, trying to find his place in the world. Picked up hitchhiking, he enters a world of violence, and he seems to fit right in.
Like all of the other books from Pelecanos I’ve read, this one does not fail to entertain. Certainly part of is his works take place in D.C. and the surrounding areas, so I’m familiar with some of the places. But there’s more.
Very few authors not only have a voice, but also a rhythm. Michael Connelly has Jazz. George Pelecanos has Soul.
And it’s all good music.