My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is the first in a trilogy about a “working” angel named Bobby Dollar (angelic name Doloriel) who is an advocate for departing souls against hellish representatives. But things go quickly askew: he’s stuck with an advocate-in-training he doesn’t trust, he lusts after a beautiful demon, the Countess of Cold Hands, souls are disappearing before they get judged, and a monster older than death is chasing after him.
Dirty Streets is a gritty, sardonic novel as entertaining as reflexive. It’s not an in-your-face contemplation of good and bad, or whether God, Heaven and Earth exist, but Williams has created a three-level world so bureaucratized you start to question the definitions of what is Heaven, and what is Hell, and, by the way, does God really care?
This is the first Williams book I’ve read so I can’t compare with others, but this one was great fun to read and compelled me to seek his other novels. Oh, and warning: there is explicit sex in it. After all, minions of hell are involved.
A highly recommended read.