And that's that - my fifth and final Portis novel, done and dusted. Not a huge output, relatively speaking, but enough to take him from a writer I knew next to nothing about to possibly my favorite of all time. Gringos was not my favorite of the five, but that's a high bar to clear. All the elements of a great Portis novel were here, including the dialogue - at times sharp, at others meandering or blustery, but always hilarious.