Saturday, December 11, 2004

Alvin in Concrete

Walter Albert, who's been reading John Shannon's The Concrete River, was struck by this passage on page 132 of the paperback edition of the novel : "We was setting up this boiler room not far from Houston a few months ago. God-forsaken place called Alvin. We like to grace these little towns where maybe a lot of housewives want some pin money, and they don't want an arm and a leg for coming in, answering the phones."

It's always nice to see the place where you live immortalized in prose.


2 comments:

Aldo said...

John writes some of the best mysteries around. In fact, I think he one of LAs best kept secret. I pass this link to him, he would like it. Check out his Jack Liffey books, they're great.

Cap'n Bob Napier said...

I tried to read a Shannon and stopped after two chapters. I just couldn't get into the writing style at all.