I'm so not a detective fiction buff. I get the whole thing, the complicated plotting, the eccentric protagonist with the smart mouth and the platform it provides for social commentary (usually poking fun at liberals). I make exceptions. I'm a complete sucker for the hardboiled banter of Raymond Chandler; "The Long Goodbye" with Eliot Gould, made from his best novel, is one of my all time favorite movies. But it's not what I grab for a plane ride or a week at the beach. Until now.
In a recent pre-flight visit to B&N, I was ready to grab "Savages," the Don Winslow novel that was adapted for Oliver Stone's rough new film. Instead, I picked up, "The Dawn Patrol," Winslow's 2008 surf noir and read it in a single sitting. Boone Daniels (I know) is the surfing PI enlisted to investigate an insurance scam that takes a darker turn, with a Chinatown-like back story about the development of the coast south of San Diego. Like crack on the page.
Take a break from the Booker Prize winners and suck this up with Sublime and Guster playing on your iPod.
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