Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian HighwayClaire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway by Sara Gran

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

ok so those of you who can’t stand profanity, drugs, irony, weirdness, rotten teen behavior, and buddhists, go read something else.

but for the rest of you… oh, what a treat.

i think i liked Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead better–all that rich social commentary–but this book builds on a great universe. Claire is a fabulous character–female hardboiled noir, with a million patchy spots in her character and a deeply jaded eye. but funny, in a black-humor way, and perspicacious as only an outsider can be. the obsession with Detection continues and gets even more sublime and weird. the connections and entanglements with Claire’s own past deepen and weirden more as well.

i’m beginning to believe these books should be read more for the bigger issues–the social commentary, the philosophical musings, the what-the-fuck-is-life-for-anyway ramblings–rather than “just” the mystery. is there a new category for literary mysteries yet? will any book with this many curse words ever fit into that category or any other? does it matter, since i’m buying them all the minute they come out regardless?

more! more! the endless wide-open maw of book ingestion wants more! are you listening, Sara Gran? you’d better fucking be, after the ending you left us with in this book.