John Kenyon is a classy writer.
One of the features of his work is the ability to plant a seed in a reader’s mind and then chop down the plant as soon as it appears so that another seed can take its place. There were times when I thought I had outsmarted the author and knew where a piece was going, only to find that it was Mr Kenyon who had the upper hand every time. This kind of loop-the-loop is a lot of fun to be part of.
Another feature is his ability to create a story in an unusual setting – there are lots of tangents from the ordinary here to enjoy.
This collection might also offer a number of tips to the reader, should they ever find themselves in a tight spot, a kind of self-help book for the criminal:
how to bury a body the right way.
how to deliver the perfect Christmas gift to your child when you’re short of cash.
how to ease your conscience after a hit.
why a little-white lie might serve better than a full confession.
how to keep out subliminal messages and maintain self-control.
My favourite in the collection is the opener, a story about a hit-man who has grown to resent Quentin Tarantino movies and who becomes linked in with organ-donation in a rather macabre fashion.