Frank Bale is the private investigator of his dreams. *Dream being the operative. The world sees one version, beaten and broke. He sees a South London Marlowe and Chandler. He’s mouthy and can’t keep his dick in his pants.
We start with a woman whose husband wants a divorce and full custody of their daughter. Bale is serving a subpoena and stays to make tea. Next, a stripper in law school is murdered in an alley where he has been beaten unconscious. Both situations have his Sir Galahad complex rising.
Lots of dark humour in Jellyfish, Bale trying to access the grounds of a party comes to mind. Maybe it’s the dachshund attack he survives. It’s sometime in the 2000s and Lewis has delivered a tribute to this time and place and to old school PIs that will have you greatly entertained.
~ June Lorraine
PS – This book brings back reminders of Rob Brunet’s fantastic Stinking Rich.