Christopher Moore is the author of the novels Secondhand Souls, Sacre Bleu, A Dirty Job, and Lamb. He lives in San Francisco, California.
Raymond Chandler meets the SyFy Channel... Fans of noir film and fiction will find a lot to enjoy in this loving genre tribute, and those already familiar with Moore's books will simply be in love. -- <em>Library Journal</em> (starred review) There is a laugh-out-loud moment every couple of pages. And possibly a space alien, because, hey, this is a Christopher Moore book, after all. -- <em>BookPage</em> The master of satire is back . . . Noir is a fun parody of detective fiction that has everything Christopher Moore fans have come to love and expect from his work: humor, fantasy, absurdity, and a cast of outrageous characters you won't soon forget. -- Bustle Witty, satirical, and hilarious with a delicious quiver of crime noir hovering over all. -- <em>New York Journal of Books</em> [A] pedal-to-the-metal, exquisitely written comic romp through a neon-lit San Francisco that may never have actually existed, but that, in Moore's supremely talented hands, sure feels like it could have. -- <em>Booklist </em><strong>(starred review)</strong> [Moore's] latest novel Noir only shows a strengthened propensity for snappy dialogue, perverse scenarios, sharp satire, and oddball characters... delivered alongside steady helpings of the pun-laden prose, sick sight gags, and wicked, occasionally raunchy humor that readers have come to expect from one of America's funniest living writers. -- barnesandnoble.com Christopher Moore gives us dizzy dames and shadowy gangsters in Noir. Sammy, Moore's comic revision of Sam Spade, will take you on a silly-thrilly ride through late-1940s San Francisco, and you'll be laughing all the way. -- <em>Washington Post</em> Noir turns a legendary genre on its side and offers grand entertainment at every level. -- Los Angeles Review of Books Moore is a master of metaphor and a sultan of simile. . . .It takes an author of remarkable talents to keep a profitably urinating snake, a dame named for a dairy product, and a slimy extraterrestrial all running through a narrative. -- <strong><em>Washington Independent Review of Books</em></strong> Moore spoofs hard-boiled detective fiction in this irreverent send-up set in 1947 San Francisco. . . . [A]n amusing spin on the noir subgenre. -- <em>Publishers Weekly</em> Laugh out loud funny... it is always great fun to read an exceptional humorist at work. -- Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star We get plenty of Moore's trademark linguistic hijinks, oddball characters, and a cartwheeling plot in danger of spinning out of control before miraculously sticking the landing. -- San Antonio Express-News