Imagine Narcos crossed with Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas crossed with Raymond Chandler's The Long Goodbye and you'll begin to have an idea of Tim MacGabhann's brilliant debut. A visceral, acid-soaked trip through Mexico's many underworlds, and a heartfelt testament to lost friendship, Call Him Mine pulls you in by the eyeballs, steals your wallet, tramples on your heartstrings, and somehow leaves you feeling uplifted and alive.
A hilarious, gripping, poetic off-the-wall crime story set in a delirious Mexican underworld that William Burroughs, Sam Peckinpah & Hunter Thompson would have recognised.
This audacious and ingenious combination of hardcore reporting and genre fiction gives the clearest account and synthesis I've read anywhere of the staggering horror that has befallen contemporary Mexico. If a young journalist really were to investigate the murder in Mexico of another daring journo and justice warrior who was also his lover, this terrifying, riveting, emotionally wrenching narrative is a realistic account of how that might go. But Call Him Mine gives the reader more than that, because Macgabhann is a writer of gritty poetic genius. This is the wired fevered enthralling Mexico City I live in. This is the most beautiful writing about Mexico in an English-language novel since Malcolm Lowry's Under the Volcano.
This gritty crime novel set in Mexico follows reporter Andrew as he investigates the murder of his own boyfriend. Brilliantly plotted, with a strong sense of the vibrant and violent setting, Call Him Mine is a must-read for those who were glued to Narcos and Sicario.