Just a few weeks ago I read about David Peace on Adrian McKinty's blog. Peace, who grew up in Yorkshire in the seventies, has written four books based around the time of the Yorkshire Ripper murders. McKinty's report on the Red Riding Hood Quartet was glowing to say the least. Example:
 is fast, furious, exciting, tense, sexy, all that good stuff, but what sucked me in was the prose. Peace has an extraordinary command of the language. He’s clearly read everything, digested it, mulled it over. New authors can take three or four books to find their voice. Peace’s is there from page 1, line 1. And what a voice. Searing, visionary, funny, dry. English writers, especially crime writers further down the M1 don’t tend to be this earthy, this rough, this visceral.
Sounds good, right?
Well, thanks to the good folks at Serpent's Tail, the entire quartet thumped my doormat yesterday. Hopefully I'll be dipping my toe in soon to find out if this Peace chap is my cup of Tetley.