I was excited when I picked up this book because I had heard good things about Burke and the Robicheaux novels. Plus, this novel had won the Edgar Award a few years back, so I figured it had to be good. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Reading this book was one of the more excruciating experiences in recent memory. There is very little action in this book and very little suspense. The main character has got to be one of the more dull leads in modern crime fiction that I've read. For a good quarter of the novel, I swear he's just sitting on his porch, drinking iced tea feeling sorry for himslef, and the rest of the book he's driving around threatening people, telling them to leave him alone.
Boring, bad, waste of time. This is my first Burke and Robicheaux novel and certainly the last.