Warren Ellis’s new novel, Gun Machine, is about NYPD detective John Tallow who accidentally stumbles upon evidence of a serial killer so dangerous and so prolific that capturing him would close dozens of unsolved cases.
On the surface, this is a tale about office politics in a police department where everyone is just angry at the additional paperwork. Digging a bit deeper you find the story of a lonely guy trying - trying really hard, and for the first time in years - to stop living exclusively in his head, to give a shit about other people. And if you really pay attention, you’ll find that the value of this work - the real genius - has very little to do with the actual plot.
Warren Ellis’s genius lies in the way he writes about time.Read on →