What can I say? I fell for the hype.

Canaan's Tongue

I salute this fellow on his book tour, but he suckered me into buying a book I didn’t need. That’s appropriate, perhaps, as the book is about a gang of con men who turn on and eventually kill one another off. It flows from a throwaway line in Mark Twain’s Life on the Mississippi about a (supposedly) real-life 19th century American flim-flammer. Okay. Fair enough. Good concept. Fairly good writing. Just not a great book. When I want salty dialogue and a pitch-black view of human nature, I turn to My Man, and John Wray just doesn’t quite measure up. I’ll turn to Cormac’s latest for my next read.