Saturday 28 January 2017


‘Don’t be wishin’ me no good luck. It’s all luck man. If there’s one thing I learned overseas, that’s it.’

I’m usually a sucker for a Pelecanos. He ranks right up there as one of my favourites. Suckerman (US), however, took a good while to win me over.

It’s a novel that harks back to the nineteen seventies and deals with some cracking modern American themes. There’s a blistering soundtrack, the shadows of Vietnam, guns, drugs, cars, basketball, race, gangsters, movies and loyalty.

The opening is a cold-blooded killing at a drive-in movie. It’s ruthless and exciting and almost too brutal to allow for an early connection with the characters.

From there we meet our protagonists, Greek waster Dimitri Karras and Marcus Clay, who enter into a drugs deal and cross swords with the murderers from the drive in. Things go wrong at the connect and Karras and Clay walk away with a large amount of cash and a gangster’s girlfriend who’s looking for an easier life of getting high and watching TV.

What follows are the inevitable consequences of stealing from a bunch of thugs and an inevitable showdown that is as tense and exciting as they come.

It took me a good while to find my bearings. There are a lot of people to get to know. There’s a lot of information about TV, films, sport and music to digest and I didn’t immediately connect to anyone other than Clay.

At around the mid-point the author began to wind me in. The diverse threads began to tighten into one thick strand. Insights into the lives of Karras and Clay won me over. The consequences of the early crime spill over to hurt the innocent and this allows windows into souls. There are subtle hits like the categorisation of a Hendrix album, the responsibilities of parenthood and the connections and mindsets forged in war. There are even appearances from Nick Stefanos and his grandfather to ice the cake.

By the finale, I was emotionally hooked.

This may not be my favourite book by the author, but I’d recommend it nonetheless. It’s a cut above a hell of a lot of fiction even if it is a little below par.  


  1. Funny, it's probably my favourite GP book. Well, one of the few I remember and I read a lot in the '90s. The early ones I remember I really enjoyed, the later ones were a drab slog. Probably working on The Wire killed his writing, I think. I once saw him speak 'live' and he wan't exactly a great raconteur ...

    1. Great that a book can create such different feelings. I can see what you mean about Suckerman - the action is fast and hard when it comes, the dialogue and the settings are fantastic, the whole piece works brilliantly as a whole. I think that my mind is slowing down these days and so the fragmented opening chapters (fragmented in terms of introducing lots of new people and places very quickly) didn't work so well for me and neither did the slightly overblown unpicking of films and tunes that just slowed up the process for me.
      As for his writing on The Wire, whatever he did it worked incredibly as it's still my favourite TV and I suppose all that means is that he changed his format and genre and remained great (at least in my books). Great to have your comment Mr Brazill and good luck with your new book!