This review by Don Graves appeared in the Hamilton Spectator last week:
The raw rhythm of the dialogue is unpredictable; rapid fired and shaping Let It Ride's characters from their outer persona to their inner fears and reflections.
It's relentless, at times almost too much so, but it pushes you from character to character, cop to hooker, drug dealer to lesbian spa -- from dream to nightmare.
There's a pot at the end of the rainbow--the Saints of Hell biker gang's gold bars. The road to get there is littered with flawed redemption, and painful, self-serving arrogance.
The pacing is hell on wheels -- sharp and bloody, with dialogue to match.
I wanted to come up for air at times, couldn't find a spot and was swept up again by the undercurrent of the writing. The ending made me smile.
Authentic and riveting.
Here's the link.
I feel like I need to keep pointing out, though, that Swap and Let It Ride are the same book.