What's it about?
Blacky Jaguar's quest to find his stolen car, a 1959 Plymouth Fury, is fraught with lying scumbags, FBI agents, people who don't like him, and a whole lot of unpleasantness. You could say he brought all that on himself, however. In fact, there isn't much he hasn't caused, but when he finds it, he unexpectedly redeems himself, though not in the eyes of the law. It's a shameless gallop through gangland New York, with comedic characters, acid wit, and some well-described horrific injuries.
What's special about it?
Hell, this book has energy. It leaves you feeling breathless, so is probably just as well that it takes less than two hours to read. It's tightly written, well-edited, and the story cleaves together with a professional feel. You get the sense of taking in a lot of detail, with a brusque, nothing-to-see-move-along-now attitude.
Will you like it?
The staccato prose style and witty depictions feel akin to Guy Ritchie's 90s flick, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, so if you liked that movie, this book is probably for you. At the same time, if you prefer flowing descriptions and truly likeable - or, Gods forbid, 'essentially good' - characters, you may look away now.
The Fury of Blacky Jaguar by Angel Luis Colón is available to buy direct from Down & Out Books.
Guest post by Sakina Murdock.