Sue Grafton's mystery novel "H" is for Homicide is the second book I've read this summer that was published in 1991
I had never read a Kinsey Millhone story before . . . I always assumed Grafton's books were kind of cutesy, but that was a sexist assumption. Millhone is a gritty and clever master prevaricator-- she normally investigates insurance fraud (and it takes on to know one) and it seems that she always gets involved in the seedy underworld that she often investigates. There's a Millhone book for every letter of the alphabet except Z (a sad fact that Whitney pointed out to me . . . Grafton lost her battle with cancer before she could write number twenty-six).
Grafton's description of The Meat Locker and the other bars in the book really brought me back to the early '90s. It was a gross and grimy time to come of age.
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there are more than a few women for whom 'gross and grimy' bring back memories of the early 90s. specifically their encounters with dave.
we were grunge when it just meant dirty.
Grafton made it all the way through Y but lost her cancer battle before she wrote Z.
are you kidding? that's the saddest thing I've ever heard . . .
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