Back in the early ’80s my friend Deborah Greenwood pointed me in the direction of a lot of writers. Some, like Milan Kundera, I loved. Some, like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I couldn’t be arsed with. Robert Campbell was one of the good ones.
The hero of In La-La Land We Trust is Whistler, a private eye with a philosophical bent, as it were.The story involves a headless corpse, a drunk driving actor, snuff films, kiddy porn, power, corruption and lies.That’s all ye know and all ye need to know.
It’s a beaut, as were the other Campbell books that I read. There really is never a dull moment and there are loads of cracking lines of dialogue and nicely quirky characters.