Most writers start to lose some steam as they get older. I mean look at Stephen King. Has he put out a really good book in the last decade? And what about my Uncle Jim? Have you read his letters lately? That guy's straight-up senile.
Regardless, Richard Stark (a.k.a. Donald Westlake) does the opposite of those cats. He gets better with age. Not in most ways. I mean, he is a shriveled-up old dude. But when it comes to writing, he gets better with time.
Case in point, this book. The first Parker book he wrote since Butcher's Moon, Comeback is separated from its predecessor by 24 years. But you wouldn't know it. Well, you'd know it if you read the book jacket, because they say that shit right there. But you wouldn't know it from reading the book. Stark simply couldn't have written a better return for Parker.
In this outing, Parker goes gunning for the ill-gotten gains of a slick televangelist. But does it really matter? I mean, c'mon... You're not reading the book because the premise sounds good. You're reading it because you know it's going to kick ass regardless of what the plot is. So read it already.