The Sisters Brothers was one of the best novels I’d read in ages. This is de Witts’ debut and is also pretty damn good. It does have the feel of a first novel and it doesn’t all work – the device set up at the start where the narrator is seemingly assembling notes for a book doesn’t really sustain – but even still, there’s a very dark humour, a curious warmth (and warm curiosity) about this account of a seemingly backstory-free barkeep in a seedy Hollywood bar. Nods to Bukowski without being in hock to him, some fanatically realised characters, some very funny anecdotes. Excellent stuff.
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