"We're told the name PIMP stands for the mixture of peyote, insulin, mescaline, and psychosis. Pulp, Idiocy, Snark, and Scumminess would have been a more truthful acronym."
A former drug kingpin stumbles on a new designer drug and uses it to fuel his comeback in the fourth entry of the Max Fisher series.
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"Clumsy prose and a dull plot that's anything but erotic."
Starr throws everything from scheming wives to child rape to crabs (and not the type one finds on a restaurant menu) into his latest effort.
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"Starr doesn't let plot development or characterization impede the flow of violence or improbable twists and turns in this tale about a guy who parents by allowing his 3-year-old to hang out with people-eating werewolves."
Jason Starr continues the saga of regular-guy-turned-werewolf that he began with The Pack (2011).
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"Baleful and scorching. No one in the suspense field today does nasty as well as Starr (The Follower, 2007, etc.)."
The gunshots that defend a Forest Hills family from an intruder in their house touch off a powder keg as fatal for the family as for the burglar.
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"As in his first seven novels (Lights Out, 2006, etc.), Starr updates the noir playbook by making every single character as unappealing as last night's cigarette smoke."
Starr's latest walk on the sour side stakes out his heroine between an insensitive lout and a murderous sociopath.
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"Noir fiction has long mired ordinary guys in impossible situations. Starr's distinctive contribution is to make virtually everyone involved seethe with resentment from the opening scene. The result is scorching."
Starr raises the stakes from his usual sour-noir entries (Twisted City, 2004, etc.) by making his entire cast despicable.
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"Starr (Nothing Personal, 2000, etc.) makes all the right noir moves, but if noir to you means no more than dismal, be warned: you won't easily stomach self-hating, rancorous Richard."
"Starr's unsettlingly funny debut, running as hot and cold as Bill's moods, is just the thing for fans who miss the acid noir that Jim Thompson dispensed in The Grifters."
In the two years since he got fired from his job as vice president at a New York ad agency, Bill Moss has made ends meet by a part-time telemarketing job for the grandly named American Communications Association.
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