A review by jeremyhornik
Nineteen Seventy Seven by David Peace

3.0

Relentless and bleak and dizzying. I still don’t know what happened. Like, I usually write my couple sentences without reading anyone else’s reviews, but this time I didn’t because... what happened? I’m confused.

In summary, Yorkshire in the 70s was a bad place to be a woman. There are dirty cops and there are bad cops and there are evil ones. And sometimes... sometimes you just LONG for an omniscient narrator, because I feel like I’m two inches away from figuring it all out, and I’m never going to get there.