Each day for seven days I'll be
looking back at one of the Blasted Heath books I've read and reviewed. The fourth
in this series of blog posts is 'Dead Money' by Ray Banks.
Imagine a man who has it all;
successful career, loving trophy wife, mates worth their weight in gold, and a
healthy stress-free lifestyle. Now, perish the thought and be introduced to
Alan, a double glaze salesman who’s the polar opposite of the ‘man who has it
all’. On a rung slightly above telemarketer, the home salesman is depicted as
little more than an unfaithful husband, yes-man, and borderline alcoholic whose
only saving grace is that he’s not Les Beale – toxic friend extraordinaire. That
being said, one can’t help but feel sympathy for the bloke as he meanders
through life fielding drama from all directions.
In ‘Dead Money’, Ray
Banks dons a persona bearing resemblance to a dirty Jason Starr as he crafts a
white-collar noir at home with Starr’s corporate New York 9-to-5ers. Lead
character Alan, for his faults, assumes the classic ‘wrong man’ role, thrown
into a world of chaos courtesy of best mate Beale and his penchant for
unprovoked violence. Intensely atmospheric, ‘Dead Money’ embodies the more
traditional elements of a hard knock life with each scene adding perspective to
the flawed yet endearing characters that populate the rain sodden streets of
Banks’ latest foray into the accidental underworld.
Top notch story
telling from start to finish, Ray Banks writes in a voice that will grip you by
the throat and squeeze until you’ve read every last word – only then will you
take a breath and appreciate the craftsmanship before wanting to do it all over
again.
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