![]() It's nostalgia crossed with nausea and delivered with such a furious blast of intimacy – this is Winslow's city, not yours, and if you think you know it better then him, you can go to hell – that it cannot help but suck in even the most jaded crime reader. Junkies, gangsters, killers and crooks – they all mingle merrily in Winslow's vision of the Big Apple, rotten to the core but easy enough to take a bite of all the same. If any of those elements sound appealing, then you should immediately pick up a copy of The Force, Don Winslow's testosterone-fuelled rampage into the filthiest version of New York you will ever encounter, save a time-machine trip back to 42nd Street circa 1977. ![]() A rash of hard-boiled staccato sentences written. ![]()
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