"Yes, he’s my son and, now, my writing partner. But this novel, penned by Jess well before we decided to collaborate, was a prize-winning international best seller and for good reason. Page-turning, suspenseful, beautifully written, deeply insightful, and rich in its portrayal of art world corruption and a long-forgotten, bizarre and particularly tormented artist. You will not be disappointed. And as long as I’m going to be accused of nepotism, check out the novels of my brilliant wife, Faye Kellerman. Her most recent, Walking Shadows, explores the ramifications of a decades-old murder and is, like all of Faye’s books, elegantly spare and spot-on when it comes to exploring the human condition."

"I first saw this in Detroit— I was seventeen, it was 1975. We lit up our Colombian spliffs, along with everyone else in the theater, an all-smoking venue. I’d never listened to reggae before. I’d never seen a movie where the hero is last pictured in a rain of gunfire, still blasting his pistol, the immortal prince. I hid my eyes from many of the scenes of cruelty: the sadistic pastor assigned to “care” for our young Ivan, the vicious corruption of the record companies, dope kingpins and government goons—who seem to be one and the same. When Ivan punctuates his overdue revenge strokes with a knife with “Don’t. Fuck. With. Me!”—I wondered if I’d draw another breath."