Internecine is one of the best thrillers I’ve read in years. I found that I was getting a little tired of the genre to tell the truth. For me thrillers were becoming the ultimate in disposable fiction — filled with tell writing, action that lacked tension, characters that were anemic and unsurprising plots. Well, no more.
Intnercine offers a fresh and modern voice that is a curious mixture of cynical, smart ass and vulnerable and wide-eyed. Given the ending of the book the crafting of this voice is even more spot on. The plot kicks off with a bang and a simple premise — you find a key to a locker, do you use it – that results in a tumble down the rabbit hole of secret government agencies and so many crosses that double and triple get laughed at as inferior.
For those who are familiar with Schow’s work your already there. For the rest of you Internecine will serve as a great introduction.
Internecine is such a wham-bam-thank-you-m’am that you’ll need to ask David Schow for a cigarette afterwards.
And yes, that’s Thomas Jane on the cover.
