DOUGLAS FIELD relishes the hard-boiled language, satire and humour of the third and last of the Harlem trilogy
TAM hit his brother so hard in the face that Russell swallowed the cigarette.
Russell was standing at the front door of Terry’s having a breather, a wee cigarette to himself, when Tam exploded out of nowhere and hit him so hard that he swallowed the fucking thing. Tam’s thumbs pressed into Russell’s eye sockets.
“Let’s see your eyes! Lets see your fuckin’ eyes!”
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