Benoit Lelievre expands on Shotglass Memories, from last week, with a full review:
Writing a first novel is an exercise in modesty of ambition. It’s such a complicated task to accomplish that it’s much easier to fuck up than to get right. People tend to perceive all novelists as masterful and visionary by default, but truth is that for every Picasso of the written word, there are a thousand kids training themselves not to draw between the lines. That’s why I tend to judge first novels on precision, fluidity and leanness rather than emotional impact. Sometimes one brings a little more to the table, though. Anthony Schiavino‘s brooding debut Cold War grind SHOTGLASS MEMORIES is a finely crafted, atmospheric and somewhat challenging mystery that’ll keep you reading even if your house has caught fire or got broken into by a Ninja assassin squad.
For Ben’s full review head on over to Dead End Follies.