Timothy Harris (1) (1946–)

Thirty or forty years ago, I read a couple of terrific private eye novels about a detective named Thomas Kyd, written by Timothy Harris. I'd always hoped there would be more Kyd novels from Harris, but it took decades for a third (and fourth) one to come out. I'm happy to say that this third volume is a wonderful book, lean and tough, with the right mixture of crime and guilt and melancholy to make it fit well in the Raymond Chandler world I love reading about. The story, about a boy who hires a private detective to find out who murdered his Hollywood producer father and whether his movie star mother had anything to do with the killing, is both tense and moving. It wraps up a little quicker than expected, but it's a satisfying journey. I'm happy I've got at least one more Kyd novel yet to read.… (més)