I had the opportunity to meet with Corey Fayman one afternoon. We sat at a small cafe in Little Italy and talked about books (duh) and writing. I was interested in knowing how someone just *decides* to self-publish a book…or two. I was also curious about what, if anything, lay on the horizon for Rolly Waters.
Waters is a private investigator living in San Diego. When he’s not searching down runaway teenagers or spying on cheating spouses, he’s playing gigs at local events with his band. When his latest gig ends with a body floating in a pool, Waters finds himself involved in a case more far reaching than his usual PI repertoire.
If on its face this book is a whodunnit, at its heart it is a peek into Fayman’s love of music and San Diego. It’s clear Fayman lives in San Diego, based on details throughout the book, from where Waters drives to what he’s eating at two in the morning. Being an SD native myself, I knew exactly who Waters was, his scene, and how he lived. The SD references are so detailed, I wondered at times if it would alienate some readers, but ultimately, it’s something that makes Fayman’s writing unique.
Fayman also doesn’t hold back with the music references. Not only is he a San Diegan, but he’s a musician as well, as is clear from his characters’ hobbies to their names. If you’re a music fan, you’ll get a kick finding all the little eggs Fayman has hidden.
While mystery isn’t really my genre of choice, the book was a quick read and kept me entertained. Extra bonus points for giving it an SD noir feel. Kinda unexpected. I think I’ll give his second book, Border Field Blues, a try.
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