The bloom might be off the rose a bit. I think I’m OD’ing on Daniel Woodrell. This latest felt like the pan scrapings from all the novels to come previous. The end result is kind of a lesser, mule-kicked cousin to the previous work. There’s nothing wrong with being derivative of yourself, I suppose, but it wasn’t as saucy as I had hoped.
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