Harold Q. Masur, You Can’t Live Forever
It started with a summons, a brunette, and a Turk.
The summons was in my pocket, the brunette was in trouble, and the Turk was dead.
Jennifer Egan: “In recommending the mystery novels of Harold Q. Masur—all, sadly, out of print—I can do no better than quote the first two paragraphs of You Can’t Live Forever . . . In his savvy, stylish novels of the ’40s and ’50s, Masur manages to wink continuously at the detective genre even as he revels in it.”
—from The Village Voice, “Our Favorite Writers Pick Their Favorite Obscure Books”
http://www.villagevoice.com/2008-05-13/nyc-life/favorite-writers-obscure-books/
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