Joyce Carol Oates reviews The Whites, by Richard Price writing as Harry Brandt.

As the sonnet was the quintessential form of the Elizabethan poet, packing distilled and dazzling language into its sleek fourteen lines and challenging every virtuoso of the day, so the quintessential form of the contemporary crime writer is the interrogation: two individuals in a room, one of them the suspect and the other the detective.

“Here we have the essence of drama.”  Read the full review in The New Yorker.

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