Prison is a b*tch. Silhouette City is a b*tch. A female dog is a b*tch. Mark Nado has dealt with them all. Probably in reverse order from that list. Mr. Nado, though, has taken all those challenges and stuffed them into his tome that details, and I do mean DETAILS, in fiction (I think), a hard life as a detective that he has lived in a city he clearly has a complicated love for, even after it has slapped him repeatedly about the face and thighs. Though he doesn’t recognize its validity, we probe the psychology revealed in Mark’s clear obsessions with tough women, fancy portraits of dogs, and a city whose sidewalks he has probably laid down on too many times. Because he loves it and because someone made him do it with their fist.
