From the only author for whose novels I’ll shill:
Jay and Al, exiled Rhodesian mercenaries near the end of their rope, take a bagman job for a man in black named Cohen. Launched deep into the heavy syndicate, Jay and Al navigate cutouts and cults, MK-Ultra and ethnomafias, and the shadowy founders of the digital era — a dark journey culminating in an inconceivable collision of the criminal and spiritual underworlds. Part hardboiled noir, part psychogenic fugue, CROWBAR races at the bugged-out speed of the cocaine-and-cash-fueled ‘80s, as if James Ellroy mindflayed David Lynch into the arms of Dostoevsky.
I’m in even more anticipation of his next novel: