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john v Burke
, January 31, 2009
I didn't know, when I first read this, that Jerry "Digger" Doherty was a fictionalized Whitey Bulger, with a Monsignor for a brother instead of Whitey's college president, but the long scene in which the two of them rake up every single old grievance is brilliant. Higgins' crime novels read as though they'd make good movies; I don't think they would ("Friends of Eddie Coyle" is just OK), because his specialty is these long dialogue exchanges which are dull on screen. But reading them--even reading them aloud--is a joy.
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