This book is a masterpiece, a modern-day Butch and Sundance, and one of those crime novels that smashes through the genre ghetto and stands on its own as literature, as a great book. It really is pure unfiltered Winslow, and while I'd still recommend Dawn Patrol or Frankie Machine for those interested in an introduction to his work, it does not disappoint.
It's also heartbreaking -- there's a speech in there about California that ripped my heart out and stomped on it, because one of the brilliant things about it is that in talking about California, in talking about these rich kids who aren't too far removed from Seth and Ryan of The O.C. or any of the brats on The Hills, Winslow is talking about us. And by us, I don't just mean America, but like I said in the main thread, my generation.
This book is nothing short of a flash-bang into the ADD-addled brain of Generation Y. It deserves to be the next great cult classic, it deserves to be passed down from older brother to younger sibling, and if there's any justice in the world, Ben, Chon, and O replace Tyler, Marla, and Jack as the go-to antiheroes for the next decade to come.
It's so, so, so, so good. Plus, graphic sexual content, shameless Republican-bashing, and violence!





