A review by paulataua
A Ticket to the Boneyard by Lawrence Block

4.0

There is no mystery in the eighth book of the Matthew Scudder series. There is just a murdering psychopath hell bent on seeking revenge on Scudder and ‘all his women’. What I like most about the Scudder books is that he is no saint. He is all too human, and it all feels real. OK, so we have a call girl who collects art and quotes Browning, a psychopath who quotes Nietzsche, and Scudder who constantly refers to the Marcus Aurelius book he is reading, but that is my kind of real. It didn’t really reach the heights of some of the other books, but the conversations between call girl Elaine and Scudder are to die for. Go read it, join the Scudder club!