|
|
Poit!
Narf!
I definitely count myself as a big admirer of Aylett, even (or perhaps especially) the bad puns. His skill with one-liners, beautiful metaphors and similes, always brings me close to shifting my own deeply untalented arse to a mountain cave. What keeps from doing that is that Aylett's text tends to swamp both his characters and his plot, mixing and muddying. The man's a prose pixie, but I'm yet to read a really decent book by him. IMHO His best work's in short stories. I haven't read any of the Accomplice books yet though, so I'm prepared to be proved a fool. As always. |
|
|