A chilling tale following the relationship of Shea, an Irish cop/sociopath and his partnership with Kebar, an NYPD officer on the take against his will. Kebar is a cold and ruthless cop, at least with the criminals, but he dearly loves his sister, who suffers from mental illness, and her housing ...
Jack Taylor's world is the underbelly, no doubt, moving among the detritus of society, including Taylor himself. Bruen explores a lot of darkness in this series, but in this one, he casts the Devil himself, and the treatment gets too literal for me. A metaphorical figure of the arch demon would h...
Kněz od K.BruenaAnotace- Nové Irsko se utápí v penězích a vlastní chamtivosti. Lidé přestali dávno hledat útěchu u katolické církve. Ale vražda otce Joyce, jemuž ve zpovědnici galwayského kostela kdosi usekl hlavu, otřese i těmi nejotrlejšími Iry. Jack Taylor sám sebe vždy považoval za beznadějný...
Manchmal treffen Zeit, Ort und der Mensch, der man gerade ist, mit genau dem richtigen Buch zusammen und es hinterlässt etwas Besonderes, Einzigartiges.Vor einigen Jahren in Irland, entdeckte ich am Bloomsday in einer größeren Buchhandlung "The Killing of the Tinkers". Der Autor Ken Bruen war mir...
Somewhere in the teeming heart of London is a man on a lethal mission. His cause: a long-overdue lesson on the importance of manners. When a man gives a public tongue-lashing to a misbehaving child, or a parking lot attendant is rude to a series of customers, the "Manners Killer" makes sure that ...
If I learned anything from reading Ken Bruen’s The Dramatist, it’s that Ireland is a crap hole. Not really, but that’s the way it seems after reading this Noir-ish mystery novel. It’s all the protagonist’s fault. His name is Jack Taylor, and he used to be a guard (the Irish term for a policeman)....
In this jagged, brilliant tour of London noir, Detective Chief Inspector Roberts and Detective Sergeant Brant are obverse sides of the same tarnished coin as they come up against thugs, gangs, and lowlifes.
Throughout his life accountant Mike Shaw has played it safe, kept his head down, and avoided risk. But when Mike meets Laura in a bar off The Strand, their lives are irrevocably changed. Small, sexy, smart -- and utterly dangerous -- Laura instantly spellbinds Mike and leads him into a world of m...
The Barnes & Noble ReviewThe mean streets of New York City meet the brutality of Irish gangland in Ken Bruen and Jason Starr's Bust, the first collaboration ever between these two crime fiction icons. As cold-hearted as it is darkly comedic, this noir mystery has it all: illicit sex, blackmail, d...
В первой книге Джек Тейлор бухал по-черному, во второй – сидел на коксе, в третьей – начал употреблять вещества и теперь окончательно потерял связь с реальностью. Бродит по Голуэю, разговаривает с несуществующими людьми, раздумывает над суицидом. В начале романа Джек приходит в сознание на больни...
Over the many years that Inspector Brant has been bringing his own patented brand of policing to the streets of southeast London, the brilliant but tough cop has made a few enemies. So when a crazed gunman, hired by persons unknown, pumps a magazine full of bullets into Brant in a local pub, leav...
When Mitchell is released from prison after serving three years for a vicious attack he doesn't even remember, Billy Norton is there to pick him up. But Norton works for Tommy Logan, a ruthless loan shark lowlife with plans Mitchell wants nothing to do with. Attempting to stay out of Logan's way,...
Still stinging from his unceremonious ouster from the Garda Síochána—the Guards, Ireland’s police force—and staring at the world through the smoky bottom of his beer mug, Jack Taylor is stuck in Galway with nothing to look forward to. In his sober moments Jack aspires to become Ireland’s best pri...
Jack Taylor brings death and pain to everyone he loves. His only hope of redemption - his surrogate son, Cody - is lying in the hospital in a coma. At least he still has Ridge, his old friend from the Guards, though theirs is an unorthodox relationship. When she tells him that a boy has been cruc...
Acclaimed Irish crime writer Ken Bruen has won numerous awards for his hard-charging, dark thrillers, which have been translated into ten languages. In Headstone, an elderly priest is nearly beaten to death and a special-needs boy is brutally attacked. Evil has many guises and Jack Taylor has enc...
In 1969, an ex-carnival roustabout and part-time crime-scene photographer, LaVey, set up the C h u r c h of Satan. N o t a guy for half measures, he plunged right i n . In short order, he got himself a house, painted it black, got a whole new wardrobe in yeah, black, and even purchased a black pa...
All of us.JIM THOMPSON Larry got a smarmy doctor, Dr. Hoff—The Hoff, he called himself—to make a house call. Hoff was at one time attached to a major studio until he, um, overprescribed to a Batman actor and the guy bought the farm. Now he supplied Larry and other players in the biz with an abund...
Four nights I followed him, trying to be real careful. He’d, as he’d taught me … ream me a new one if he caught me. He’d drive to a dive on Eighth and then just sit, watching, I knew he was memorizing the players, the times they came and went, and getting a feel for the terrain. Who polices the p...
The Army of Occupation, on Eyre Square, pledged to be unassailable. Four o’clock in the morning, forty Guards swooped and demolished the camp. They would try to enshrine the date as a new icon of anarchy. The Occupiers pledged they’d be back for Phase 2.The same week, Robin Gibb, Donna Summer die...
Cruel. Merciless. And that was on the weekends when he was happy. If a psycho could do happy. His cop buddies said, “Frank, Frank is just intense.” Right. Other kids go, “My dad took me to the Yankees.” Mine, he took out my teeth. With intensity. The horrors of peace. He bought the farm when I wa...
He wasn’t shouting. Yet. But he was very loud and verging on aggressive. Like this: “You have to remember Ferguson wasn’t successful when he started.” His companion, a small man with a small tone, nodded, staring into his pint, hoping it might help. It didn’t. Darcy finished his third Jameson, be...
Yeah, I know how that sounds – my one and only employee had been my surrogate son, Cody, and as the Americans say, ‘he took a bullet for me’ . . . literally, and he was now where just about everyone who had contact with me was. Buried. I was still reeling from the revelation that I wasn’t respons...