
I read the Ross MacDonald first (here) but I have to say, where Ross was pithy and fun, John D. was more laconic and thick. I liked them both, I liked the Ross more.
One of the aspects I liked about both of them was that it was like watching an old Alfred Hitchcock story on the black and white television. Each moved with that pace and you could just about imagine the 1950's cars, the fedoras and the trench coats. Fun, fun, fun. Worth a read and worth finding another by John D. MacDonald. But, as I said in the previous paragraph I'll probably read another Ross first.
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