What is Sue Grafton gonna do when she runs out of letters? Use Greek ones, then Thai ones, or whatever … I hope. Skillful as always, she easily weaves two plots together here, in W IS FOR WASTED, her newest chronicle of female private-eye, Kinsey Millhone.
A nod to Ms Grafton for recognizing, via her writing, sectors of society not always brought to the fore. As always, there is Kinsey’s landlord Henry, a thriving elder in his 80’s. Special to this book: a warm & sympathetic look at some homeless people.
In math, if a=b and b=c, then a=c. But if I (call me A) like writer B, and writer B likes writer C, then do I (call me A) like writer C? Maybe, quite often, yes. Grafton works into her text, shoutouts to Dick Francis & Robert B. Parker, both fave crime writers of mine. (Being alert for author’s names in the course of a novel, can be a great way of expanding one’s reading repertoire.) I also happen to know (Wikipedia be thanked) that Grafton is — like yours truly — an Anthony Trollope fan. I rest my case!