Purgatory by Ken Bruen is the tenth Jack Taylor crime novel of Galway, Ireland (available November 4, 2013).
Ken Bruen’s latest book, Purgatory, starts with a bang—fairly literally—and it’s all downhill from there.
Jack Taylor is washed out, washed up, and washed clean. Bounced from the Guards and not really interested in any more private gigs, Taylor is practicing the art of living a day at a time. None of that Zen stuff his friend Stewart’s into, not a proper twelve-step program, but more an acquired apathy that makes caring too hard to even feign.
The woman sat opposite me, didn’t ask, just sat. This used to happen a lot. People believing I had some inside track for finding things, people, solutions, and maybe answers. I’d found some answers, over the years, and they were always the wrong ones. Or right but for the wrong reasons. I’d given it up with the booze, the cigs, the Xanax.
Before she could speak, I said,
Knocked her back.
Her mouth made a small O of surprise. I knew the gig. The touching photo.
Some heart-kicking story.
Was a great/caring/lovable
Could I find him, what happened to him?
The whole usual awful parade of misery.
“But, they said, you care.”
I said, “I don’t.”
And I didn’t.
Not no more.