Okay, now that we know the readers are here, who's gotten to

[lagilman]

James Lee Burke? Because I've been rolling a question around in my head about Last Car to Elysian Fields and I want to see if anyone else wondered it, too...

namely, if maybe Burke wasn't having way too damn much fun with Max Coll, almost to the expense (but not quite) of his regulars.

And some other things, too. But that was the thought that followed me around for a week or so after I finished reading.


(y'know, on a related but offshoot thought, I really want Ellen Degeneres to start up a book club. She'd be the anti-Oprah. "All genre, all the time!" We thought Rosie might do it, but it was too close, too obviously an anti-Oprah move then, I guess. But Ellen would have fun with it, no?)


(and be warned, I'm currently reading chick-lit [for work-related reasons]. I don't think I'll want to discuss it here, but ya never know with me...)

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[lagilman]

Hah! *pounce* 'Torn' how? Emotionally, or opinion-wise? i can see both happening.


The first couple of chapters annoyed me, but once I got into it I was fascinated by the murky waters, and the 'gators sliding everyone underneath the surface, often crossing over each other, intent on their own games. And there's Robicheaux, death wish cuddled close to his heart, wading straight through even though he should damn well know better by now. I wanted to slap him for being so clueless (like it wasn't obvious Theo was one messed-up chick?) but he was hurting so badly he didn't even know he was bleeding most of the time.

And some of the passages were sheer poetry. It's not as tough as you might think to write a literary crime novel, but Burke's still impressive as hell.

Not to say I didn't find faults with it, and and why the hell hasn't someone put a bullet into Clete's head by now? But when you just let the pieces fall on you like slow rain, it drowns you in his talent

Oh, I'm interested what you thought of the blues background to it all. I know some of that history, including the legends of Angola, so I slipped into it naturally enough, but I suspect your take may have been different...?

[agamisu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Cletus needs a big bat sometimes. And true, she was just plainly obvious. The one thing that got me was huh? What's happened to Boots. Still haven't found it. Problem is now, I'm reading way back and noticing how much his lit style has improved. Still didn't surpass Bounce though.

authorial decisions

[lagilman]

Yeah, the omission of Boots' ending is annoying, in that it's much easier to accept the way Dave's bleeding if we had seen the wound inflicted, rather than his going back and telling us throughout the book. And the moment with the storks (herons?) at the end would have been far more poignant if he'd let us live with the pain longer than just the one book. In fiction at least, these things should take their time.