A peach of a crime novel. With peach pit. It's tangy and smartassed good fun and then you lose a tooth. Twisty in the classic sense (which is not to say it didn't load up some nice surprises), and you'll have a blast even if all you want is to listen to a great musician play the hell out of some familiar chords.
But what I particularly loved are the ways King™ Curnutt weaves in other obsessions (Zelda F, a thick description of Montgomery and the contemporary South, the lingering and evolving complexities of race relations) and an abiding love for being mouthy.