My Amazon-ordered copy of
Hunting the Tiger: the Fast Life and Violent Death of the Balkans' Most Dangerous Man finally arrived today!
Read just a little bit of the prologue but it is already oh-so-exciting. Very keen to get into a book I've been wanting to read ever since, probably at least a couple of years ago now, I was reading the subject's Wikipedia page and decided that "Hang on, this was far too exciting a tale to experience as a dry, bare-bones Wikipedia article" - but I figure I'd better finish reading
Blood's a Rover first before getting completely distracted.
This is a very bleak but compelling book. Imagine if basically every* wild conspiracy theory of the '60s-'70s was revealed to be true, but in a credible, well-thought-out way and set against a rich tapestry of the social climate, villainous figures, culture clashes and political skulduggery of the era. Oh, and it reeks of noir, since this is a James Ellroy book we're talking about here.
Very bleak, though. There aren't even really shades of grey, here, just shades of shit across a wide array of shitty people.
I don't know if this post makes much sense, since I've been doing far too much reading today (and before that, way too much TV-watching) and my brain is kinda addled, but there you go.
Oh, also! Before I forget, the other day I was in an op shop and spotted a book with an interesting cover, which turned out to be a book I read
years ago, presumably as a teenager. It's called
Psychoville, by Christopher Fowler. I can't speak as to whether it's any good or not, since I barely remember the book at all; it's a different edition in a different size with a different cover, though on closer inspection I recognised the original, larger cover artwork that I remember tucked away down on the spine of this version.
I read just enough to spot a familiar phrase that shocked me into paying attention as a kid however many years ago, so yeah, this is the same book. I know it was a considerable mind-fuck for my younger self, but other than that I remember... well, actually on second thoughts I do remember a few basic-but-important plot points as well as a couple of disturbing quotes, but not how it all goes together or what the reading experience was like.
It's kinda weird that I even remember this book, but it gets weirder: just a day or two after buying this copy, I was in a secondhand store miles away, in a little town I've never been to before, and I found another copy of the same edition on the shelves. Now sure, both books could have come from the same source, someone's collection, a bookshop closing down in the region or something - but the store I got the first book from I go to reasonably often. I know it hadn't been sitting there for ages, I've thoroughly trawled their selection many times in the past.
I dunno. It felt amazing at the time, considering what a fluke it was that I even recognised the book to begin with.
* the ones that can coexist without completely contradicting one another, at least.