Malcolm Pryce (1) (1960–)

Like price’s other books, not for everyone, but a treat for the lover of his own special brand of absurd noir. I know they are supposed to be pastiches, but I still find them somewhat moving. This one, involving the railway detective, his new wife, his missing mother, a Japanese girl dying slowly from the atomic bombs dropped in WWII and… of course… King Kong … is another gem

Done in the same style as the Aberystwyth books, with a sort of poetic nostalgia adding seriousness to what would otherwise be comically absurd

Love the series. Plotting is always a problem but characters, humor and a bit of poetry is present, as always

Enjoyable, but it's no Aberystwyth.

I was suprised to learn that Kings really did work the Cambrian Coast Express as far as Shrewsbury.