Modern day crime fiction generally falls squarely into one of two dull whodunits that might more properly be labeled who cares whodunits or half-baked exercises in hard-boiled attitude. In a field so overrun with generic output, we are tempted to call Devil Born Without Horns a breath of fresh air except that it might imply a sweetness and light that the author studiously avoids in this darkly humorous, but at times brutal, tale of crime and consumerism in the high-end furniture industry.
