Writing fictions from a dude's point of view after a long series of books written from the woman's is a very difficult thing to pull off. The most famous example is probably Midnight Sun, which was to be Stephenie Meyer's Twilight written from the point of view of vampire love interest Edward Cullen. Twelve chapters in, someone leaked the manuscript, and Meyer quit writing it, saying, "If I tried to write Midnight Sun now, in my current frame of mind, James would probably win and all the Cullens would die, which wouldn't dovetail too well with the original story." (Honestly, I think this alt-history Twilight sounds amazing, but ymmv.) Like when writing a sequel, the writer is constrained by a timeline of events that are inviolate (or fucking should be, George Lucas), and cannot strike out in new territory (such as murdering all the Cullens, or having Anakin meet his step-brother Owen for like 15 minutes even though Owen said out loud that he's had a much longer and more fractious relationship than talking to Anakin once after Anakin committed genocide). (Not that I'm bitter.)
So it was something of a surprise to me that I enjoyed Wrong Ways Down as much as did. Wrong Ways Down is from the point of view of Terrible, sometimes partner and sometimes love interest of Chess Putnam, who is the principle of five (and counting) books in the Downside Ghost series. The series takes place in an alt-history where murderous ghosts rose up and killed roughly half the population of the planet in 1997. I could get into the exact backstory, but it's not necessary, given that the books themselves aren't too fussed about history. Chess is a junkie with a respectable job; Terrible works for her dealer as a knee-breaker; they both inhabit the wrong side of town called Downside.
Wrong Ways Down occurs somewhen between the first book in the second, and is written mostly in the Downside patois Kane invented for the neighborhood. Being the other reasons this book could fail, or could fail to hook readers. I myself like the street lingo of Downside because it manages to run a local idiom without being racist or relying too heavily on eye dialect. But I know this kind of stylistic choice can be difficult for people. I was just recently reading a book that spelled the word blood "blud", which made me snort a little. Like spelling magic "magick" or fairy "fairie" (with apologies to Spenser), these are stylistic choices that can rankle readers inordinately. The occasional snort aside, I do not think these choices are errors. I, personally, think flipping out about punctuation choices in, say, The Road, is pedantry, but then I also know that the heart wants what it wants. Sometimes it wants capital letters, I guess.
But all this sort of positioning shit aside, the real reason I liked Wrong Ways Down was that it didn't diminish Terrible, relegating him to a bit player or an appendage in his own story, nor did it put all kinds of psychosis in his head, because sociopaths are rrrrrromantic. There are a lot of dude-perspective fictions -- like Midnight Sun, or that short story by Moning from Barrons' point of view, or Walking Disaster -- which run the thought processes of their heroes like serial killers. Admittedly, a lot of these dudes looked like serial killers from the woman's point of view, but as the old saw goes, better to remain silent and be thought a serial killer than to speak out and remove all doubt.
We know Terrible is a leg-breaker and enforcer -- this is not a surprise -- just like we know Chess is a fuckup and a junkie. How does he rationalize his own cruelty? What does he get out of violence? What does he think about Chess's addictions? What does he do when he's alone? Wrong Ways Down addresses these sorts of questions, which I find incredibly satisfying. Much more satisfying than serial killer sociopaths growling about how the love interest lady is MINE ALL MINE and obsessing in the most rote way possible. I do not want hair-smelling scenes; gross. Sure, there's something inert about fictions between this thing and that, which are constrained and cannot truly surprise. But sometimes the interstitial can be an exploration, a character study, a story from someone you thought you knew but didn't. I thought Wrong Ways Down was pretty fucking deft, true thing.