(Not the baseball player) Adam Dunn’s Rivers of Gold was a book about crime in new depression 2013 New York. The two main characters were a cop and a photographer/drug dealer and the whole thing was pretty okay. It had echoes of William Gibson in it but never really had the sharp insights or turns of phrase you find in Gibson’s work. I wasn’t a big fan of the fetishization of special forces operators as being somehow superhuman. And the speech by the Sudanese guy about the trials of his life felt like it was supposed to be emotionally wrenching, but it felt so self-conscious about it and was in such contrast to the rest of the too cool for school way the book went, it felt more ridiculous than anything.
Not that it was a bad book. It was a good story that pulled you along pretty well. I didn’t agree with the choices Dunn made in depicting the climax, but as a whole the story worked for me.
(Note: I received this book through LibraryThing’s Early Reviewer program.)