Sabia-se que o romance se chamava City on Fire, que teria cerca de mil páginas e se passava na efervescente Nova Iorque dos anos 1976 e 1977, depois de um crime e sob o efeito do célebre blackout de Julho de 1977.
And it's gorgeous, of course. Confident and deeply felt. When he's in the groove, Hallberg is such a natural writer, affectless and as smooth as cream. You can swallow entire passages in a single breath, run for pages and pages with him as he jinks and rolls through gay bars and police precincts, then stumble only when his own love for place and phrase trips you up and reminds you that you're living in literature, man, and no writer can go forever without hitting a nail too hard