My fourth mystery pays homage to some elements that hadn’t played much of a role yet in my books, although they were certainly influences in my life: my childhood in the suburbs of Chicago, the fathomless complexities of intimate relationships, and psychological abuse. For World of Hurt, I blended these and other themes into a very dark tale in which Harvey himself strays off the beaten path.
In a nutshell:
After Harvey Blissberg’s beloved older brother beckons him to Chicago to find his missing pick-up basketball pal, Larry Peplow, a favor for a sibling turns into a bitter tale of real estate, bad taste, and sexual abuse. World of Hurt is set in the suburbs of Chicago, on the coast of Maine, and in some places not found on any map.
While struggling with his own fears of marriage and mortality, Harvey soon finds himself up to his neck in overheated housewives, predatory parents, toxic psychotherapists, and the seamier side of a sleepy suburb. By the time he’s untangled the mess that left a man dead in an upscale residential development, Harvey finds himself right back at the scene of the crime with a Colt. 45 now aimed at his own head.