Blogger de Plume, who has our number in more ways than is probably safe, steered us to the new book from Justin Peacock the other day as we were making one of our too-frequent unguided grabs for something to get us through the evening since we have burned through all of the available Shield, Top Gear, Entourage, Shameless, and Mad Men seasons currently available from Netflix. The book, Blind Man’s Alley, is a legal thriller, and a good one. It’s particularly notable for the absence of the listing of brand names used as social classification by the weaker lawyer/authors working this particular beat. In fact, there was a becoming literary modesty throughout. We went a googling, and found this very sensible piece from Peacock in The Daily Beast. It’s sensible, of course, because it’s what we have been saying about crime writing for decades.