In the spirit of Blood Meridian, The Englishman's Boy satisfies any lingering bloodlust. I am rarely impressed by parallel plot lines because generally I favour one plot over the other. Here, the two (or three, read the book and we can talk about it) plots matter to each other. It's got a bit of a whodunit feel, leaving the reader to figure things out for themselves. That was refreshing, because I despise books and authors who think it's their duty to give me a lesson on symbolism or metaphor. Half the fun is in the puzzle. Half Western, half Hollywood glamour, with lots of intrigue and some beautiful writing. Worth reading.