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Even alone, beaten up by
life, and a tad pissed at the world, David Stalin is still one of the best
detectives that the Los Angeles Urban Environmental Enclosure 12, 12-A, and their
surroundings have ever seen. Hell, throw in the rest of the world if you wish.
There’s no one more tenacious then our hero. Even after his wife was taken from
him. Even after four years of retirement. Even against all odds. The year is
2063 and he’s back on the job … and his past is about to catch up with him.
Take the intelligence of a
Neal Stephenson novel, add a heaping helping of Richard K. Morgan kick-ass,
fold in a cup or two of real world technical knowledge and an eye in the
future, and then put the result in a noir dystopia bleak enough to make Philip
K. Dick and William Gibson shed a few tears. Bake at 2000 degrees. You now have
a small idea of what Jeff Edwards has in store for you in Dome City Blues.
--PMH