Aberystwyth Mon Amour – Malcolm Pryce

The basic gag of this book is that it’s a Philip Marlowe style noir mystery transposed to modern Aberystwyth, with added witchcraft. The pastiche holds up rather well, with some brutality to offset the more whimsical moments. The plot lost me somewhat, but that’s fair enough given that (a) I don’t really do plot, and (b) nobody ever followed the thread of a Chandler story either.