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A Few Casualties So What

In A Few Casualties So What, Wilson Jackson drops the reader straight into the grit and shadow of Metro City, a place where the Great Meteor has bent time, pulling the ghosts of the Prohibition era into the raw edge of the future. The story follows Chubby Pone, a former hitman turned reluctant problem-solver, navigating gang rivalries, crooked alliances, and his own tangled loyalties. When the children of two crime lords are murdered, Pone is thrust into a dangerous game of diplomacy and survival, caught between warring families, corrupt politics, and a city that seems to breathe violence. Through smoky clubs, high-stakes poker tables, and sudden bursts of gunfire, Jackson blends noir grit with a sharp-tongued wit, crafting a crime saga that is as much about character as it is about bullets.
I enjoyed the texture of Jackson’s world. It isn’t just described, it’s lived in. The details, from the way Pone polishes his bowler hat to the stink of cheap booze in a gangster’s breath, make the city feel like it’s been around for decades before the first chapter starts. I could almost hear the slap of shoes on wet pavement. That said, the prose sometimes lingers in these textures. There were moments I wanted the story to push past the ambiance and get to the meat of the scene. Still, the dialogue crackles. Pone’s banter, especially with Red and his poker buddies, is sharp, often funny, and layered with unspoken history.
The plot itself feels like a pool game. It’s slow, deliberate setups punctuated by sudden, violent breaks. I appreciated that the violence never felt cheap. Even the drive-bys and assassinations have a code, and when that code is broken, the weight of it lingers. Pone is a fascinating protagonist because he’s neither romanticized nor demonized. He’s competent but flawed, dangerous but bound by his own sense of justice. There’s a cynicism here, but also a surprising tenderness in how he treats his chosen family. I found myself caring less about the “whodunit” than about how Pone would navigate the moral knots he’s tied into.
A Few Casualties So What felt less like a crime novel and more like an invitation into a very specific corner of a city. Jackson’s writing is rich, unhurried, and atmospheric, and his characters carry the kind of weight that makes you believe they’re out there somewhere, still playing cards in a smoky basement. This book would be a strong pick for readers who love noir that takes its time, crime stories that don’t flinch from moral complexity, and dialogue that could cut glass.
Pages: 270 | ASIN : B0F4675T6Z







