Aliens. Maybe.Men in Black. Maybe.Hallucinogenic icecream. Definitely.Absurdity; triple scoop.Aberyswyth's only PI bashed over the head? Yep.Must be a Louie Knight novel mystery!Yes, another in the spoof noir detective series where the mean streets of Aber are over run with iniquity and sin and L...
Upon reaching the final page of this book; reeling from a lack of panache, precision and brevity I involuntarily blinked in relief at the blessed release from this “acorned swill of the world”. Contrived and convoluted description bearing none of the carefully constructed forethought, vision and...
Very few people manage to pull off the trick of creating a humourous story ingrained in the genre it owes it's existence to, while successfully keeping its tongue firmly in it's cheek and winking at its audience. Many readers are not able to make that step from the genre they enjoy meaning that f...
The second book in Malcolm Pryce's Aberystwyth series. Pryce has essentially created his own genre (Welsh noir) and has a great time playing with the conventions and expectations of the noir genre, with plenty of plot twists, gags, and girls in stovepipe hats... and not much else. I enjoyed Abery...
Tinker, tailor, Patagonian sailor, ex-Nazi . . . Hoffman. He's coming to save the townspeople. Hopeman. A false prophet, cut-price Messiah . . . The man they send when the town clock forgets to tick.When a department store Santa is found dead and mutilated in an Aberystwyth alley, the discovery t...