Synopsis/blurb…..
Vengeance stalks
Konstantin Boryakov in the obese shape of Fat Gary.
From the author of
The Fix comes another episode in the life Konstantin Boryakov, the enigmatic
tramp who claims to be ex-KGB and in hiding. A man with a dark past and a
darker future.
Konstantin receives a
letter. Perfectly normal for you and I, but not for our Russian. Because no-one
should know who he is, or where he lives. Apparently Konstantin has inherited
some money. He knows there’s something very wrong with the picture, but
Konstantin can’t help check it out.
Enter Fat Gary and
his gang, a big man with a bigger score to settle, back from when Konstantin
first arrived in Margate.
But that’s not
Konstantin’s only problem. A bed-ridden Fidelity Brown is getting bored…
Another outing with Konstantin Boryakov and another enjoyable
hour or so reading Keith Nixon’s violent but humorous tales of our enigmatic
ex-KGB operative.
Konstantin has been targeted in revenge for a happening in
an earlier episode - Dream Land.
Someone
is trying to set him up and despite his caution, our man meets is intrigued and
decides to let the situation develop – it might make a change from drinking
vodka and pub brawls.
Fat Gary and his cohorts have headed south from Liverpool to
extract some street justice. Konstantin gets a bit of an outing around Kent
having received a letter purporting to be from a firm of solicitors. Having rocked
up at the rendezvous with his spidey senses on full alert, the inevitable
violence flares. Guns are drawn and our Russian has reason to be thankful for
the intervention of Fidelity AKA Plastic Fantastic - arisen from her sick bed.
Fat Gary and his chums soon have further cause to regret the
trip south as other elements of Margate’s underworld cover Konstantin’s back.
I like the grit, the action, the characters, the run-down
setting and as much as anything the humour and imagery Nixon introduces. When
Gary is laying in his hospital bed, feeling a tad sorry for himself – the last
thing he wants is the chippy OAP in the next bed giving him grief……
The old guy in the
next bed farted and cackled.
See what I mean?”
said Fat Gary.
“It’s a skin
infection. I can’t help,” spat Fat Gary defensively.
When our fake lawyer reports back to Gary’s Liverpudlian
cohorts by phone….Frank sighed. Neil
could imagine his fingers, the size of healthy sausages, gripping the phone
tightly.
The third instalment in Nixon’s Russian Roulette collection rates as a 5.
Bought earlier this year on Amazon for Kindle
Col - This does indeed sound right up your street. Not sure, to be honest that it's for me, but I do like stories with a solid thread of wit in them.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely more me than you Margot, on this occasion, cheers
DeleteI think Fat Gary is the best title I've heard in a long time. But that's probably as far as it goes for me....even though there's a Liverpool connection.
ReplyDeleteMoira fair enough. Maybe you're holding out for the full collection - I completely understand!
DeleteCol, I'll keep this in mind for now. My pile of unread books and stories isn't going down.
ReplyDeletePrashant since I started the blog the pile has grown beyond any sensible proportion! Hope you sample Keith Nixon's work some day.
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