David Martin keeps two stories at full boil. One is an account of Roscoe Bird, a decent guy trapped in a wrong-man scenario; the other, a portrait of his childhood friend (a prissy Eurosnob vampire named Peter Tummelier). The cold, expertly gruesome narrative is leavened with sick-joke twists. Taste yardstick: If Pulp Fictionwas not your cup of entrails, then you might want to skip Tap, Tap. B


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