Boone is your average, everyday, ordinary knight of the woeful countenance.
Cowboys on surfboards. That’s my thumbnail for Don Winslow’s “The Gentlemen’s Hour,” the second of two novels featuring San Diego surfer slash private investigator Boone Daniels (the first is “The Dawn Patrol”).
I put “surfer” first for a reason. Boone’s the California version of an Alaskan Bush pilot. No matter what his day job is, brain surgeon, governor, master mechanic, when you ask him what he is, his first response is always “Pilot.”
For Boone, the PI business just keeps him in board wax. This time around there’s a lot going on in his day job, starting with working for the defense of the worthless little skinhead who killed the god of the beach, Kelly Kuhio, which does not endear Boone to his early morning board buddies, aka the Dawn Patrol. There is the stricken husband hiring Boone to tail his adulterous wife, and the inopportune appearance of Cruz Inglesias, head of one of the biggest and most vicious drug cartels operating on the border. There are distressingly flat seas and disastrous sinkholes and blond bombshell receptionists and crooked records clerks and even crookeder real estate developers and coitus interruptus and coitus finally efficere. Winslow is just one of the best plotting authors around (see “The Death and Life of Bobby Z” if you don’t believe me) and however improbably, all of these plot strands are gathered together and knotted securely in an epic fistfight, on a beach, naturally.
But what I really love about this novel is the voice. Here’s Boone setting the scene in the first chapter and, not coincidentally, snapshotting the plot as well:
…Like water, earth is always moving. You can’t necessarily see it, you might not feel it, but it’s happening anyway. Beneath our feet, tectonic plates are shifting, faults are widening, quakes are tuning up to rock and roll…Face it — whether we know it or not, we’re all always surfing.
Here’s Boone talking about surfers going all Robert Ardrey over their beach:
It’s not that they’re just taking his water, it’s that they’re taking his life. Without that Rockpile break, what he is is a drywaller, a roofer, a karate instructor in a strip mall. With that break, he’s a surfer, a <em>Rockpile</em> surfer, and it means something.
Here’s Boone channeling Skink on real estate developers:
Generally speaking, Boone would have every real estate developer in Southern California put on a bus and driven over the cliff, if it wouldn’t kill the bus driver. If he can find a bus-driving real estate developer, though, it’s on.
Here’s Boone shopping for electronic snoopers for a case:
He already has the camera — it came with the basic Private Investigator Starter Kit along with the cynicism, a manual of one-liners, and a saxophone soundtrack.
Yeah, okay, you’ve met this detective before, starting with Sam Spade right on up through Spenser, smart, tough, outwardly cynical, inwardly romantic, always irresistible to the ladies. Boone is your average, everyday, ordinary knight of the woeful countenance. But nothing says if it’s done right you don’t want to watch him tilt at another windmill.
The day after I finished “The Gentlemen’s Hour,” I picked it up again and reread the ending, just for that epic joust on the beach. It was, indeed, macking.
Whatever the hell that means.
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I really loved this book and, in general, most of his writing. I just finished his latest; ‘Broken’, very good! Recommend!
I like Don Winslow, met him on twitter when he was trying to figure out flowers to plant in his yard, but wanted plants you don’t have to water. He actually listened to my suggestions. He is also the guy who talked Adrian McKinty into writing the novel that would make him famous.
This series sounds very interesting. I love those kind of characters, like Jim Chopin(a hero in disguise)