Another day, another work of pulp fiction, this time The Big Sin (they're always the Big Something), a tour de force in this demanding genre by Jack Webb.
How good it is. A single suicide turns into a cause celebre when a catholic priest challenges the verdict- he knows the kid, she was a firm believer, which meant she would never suicide (because Catholic suicides go to hell). A great ingredient of such books is their humour and Big Sin contains a lot, mostly at the expense of the not-so-golden-haired man, Sam Golden. There are sweet moments, too, mainly hinging on the love between Golden and his girlfriend, Nell, who sticks to him through thick and thin. I am now writing my 8th book in this genre and am totally inspired by Webb's example.