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Last week I finally got around to Higgins’s 1971 classic, which had been languishing on my list for a long time, and it did not disappoint. The Friends of Eddie Coyle is peerless crime fiction of unusual savagery and cynicism, set in a milieu of 1970 back-alley Boston in all its shabby, sordid grime. What distinguishes this book is not so much the ( Read more... )