Epitaph for a Tramp
by David Markson
David Markson is a real writer. He writes serious, esoteric novels that win all sorts of awards (Wittgenstein's Mistress). But I, lowly low brow that I am, discovered this reprint of his first two forays into fiction and whiled away a riveting 48 hours. The books were originally written in 1959 and they are fabulous pulp fiction. A smart ass, hard bitten, lone-wolf detective, an ex-wife who has a small little problem with being a sex-addict, set in the steamy summer of New York city circa 1959. It's fabulous.


