{"id":894,"date":"2012-10-24T09:03:57","date_gmt":"2012-10-24T16:03:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/?p=894"},"modified":"2012-10-24T13:43:34","modified_gmt":"2012-10-24T20:43:34","slug":"mortality-in-the-bayous","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/?p=894","title":{"rendered":"Mortality in the bayous"},"content":{"rendered":"

In case anyone wonders about the high-tech and high-brow credentials of this blog, I am posting a picture of how books for review are exchanged.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>In this picture, you can see Bob Moyer and his Harley, which he recently rode to Walnut Cove, N.C., for an editorial meeting with me. After a delicious lunch of chicken livers, turnip greens and cucumber salad at Duke\u2019s Restaurant in the Cove, as we locals affectionately call this village of 1,400 to 1,500 souls, Bob loaded up his saddle bags with half a dozen books for review and roared off toward the metropolis of Winston-Salem. While we await his judgments, here\u2019s the last of the reviews he sent from his recent sojourn in Europe, where they eat foie gras instead of chicken livers, and the turnip greens aren’t nearly as good.<\/p>\n

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By Robert Moyer<\/p>\n

CREOLE BELLE. By James Lee Burke. Simon and Schuster. 528 pages. $27.99.<\/p>\n

Deputy Sherriff Dave Robicheaux knows fear, from his days in Vietnam and his current job, fear that \u201c\u2026makes your hair soggy with sweat and turns your skin gray and fouls your blood and spiritually eviscerates you to the point where you cannot pray lest your prayers be a concession to your conviction that you\u2019re about to die.\u201d<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>He has seen Death, pulling out of the swamps on a paddle-wheel steamboat to take him and his sidekick Clete aboard after their last shootout.\u00a0Somehow they survived, and Dave ended up in a rehab center in New Orleans\u2019 Garden District, where he still sees things \u2013 Confederate soldiers drinking coffee in Audubon Park, men in bowler hats, women with parasols and, \u201c\u2026on the edge of my vision, the onset of permanent winter (waiting) for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Under the influence of morphine, he is not surprised when\u00a0the talented Cajun singer Tee Jolie Melton shows up by his bedside, says she is scared because she knows something she shouldn\u2019t know about the big oil well blowout, and that she\u2019s carrying a married man\u2019s baby.\u00a0 She gives Dave an iPod with My Creole Belle<\/em> and other songs on it, and leaves.<\/p>\n

The next day, Dave learns no one has seen Tee Jolie in a month, and no one can hear any music on the iPod but Dave.\u00a0 Everyone says he is hallucinating, but Dave has learned \u201c\u2026never to doubt the existence of unseen realities that can hover like a hologram right beyond the edges of our vision.\u201d<\/p>\n

When he gets out, he keeps looking for Tee Jolie, and she keeps contacting him on late-night phone calls no one else hears. He\u2019s just trying to find her, but someone thinks he\u2019s onto something else.\u00a0Two crooks start extorting Clete, then end up shot dead by a new contract killer named Caruso.\u00a0Dave traces the extortion plot back to Alexis Dupree.\u00a0He\u2019s the patriarch of a St. Mary\u2019s Parish plantation built on the bodies of slaves and kept running by their descendants working for slave wages.\u00a0Dave collects evidence and ever-increasing threats, all which lead him to believe that Dupree family members are involved in extortion, art forgery, and the sex trade.\u00a0They have gotten in deep with international forces that threaten Dave, Clete and their families at every turn.\u00a0 Dupree himself has roots in the Nazi concentration camps, and Dave soon concludes that he and his son are evil, \u201c\u2026a validation of Hitler and Himmler\u2019s\u00a0belief that pure evil could be passed on through the loins.\u201d The sins of the father are visited upon the son.<\/p>\n

And visited upon the landscape as well. Burke trumpets the same message with his exquisite prose time and again.\u00a0 Damage done to the bayous he loves so well was \u201c..not the result of an individual act\u2026; it had been done collectively and with consent, the damage it had caused was ongoing, with no end in sight.\u201d\u00a0To Dave, whose Dad died in a blowout, the word \u201cspill\u201d just doesn\u2019t suffice to describe the threatened destruction of the \u201c\u2026thousands of square miles that are the greatest argument for the existence of God that I know of.\u201d<\/p>\n

Burke suffuses the narrative here with Dave\u2019s sense of mortality, and his struggles with the \u201c\u2026addiction that laid waste to my life but still burns like a hot coal buried under the ash, biding its time until an infusion of fresh oxygen blows it alight.\u201d As he and his buddy Clete hurtle towards a conflagration of a finish, Clete reminds him the paddle wheeler is still out there, \u201c\u2026waiting for us in the fog.\u201d\u00a0 This time however, both men fear that the boat will take Dave\u2019s wife and daughter, as well as Clete\u2019s illegitimate daughter.<\/p>\n

Never fear, Robicheaux fans.\u00a0 Dave finds Tee Jolie, and she writes \u201c\u2026the fifth act in our Elizabethan tale on the banks of Bayou Teche.\u201d\u00a0 Like any such tale, it is full of sound and fury, but leaves everyone in good enough shape to head to the beach when it\u2019s all over.\u00a0 It\u2019s the calmest conclusion to a Robicheaux novel in years, and a break both readers and he need.\u00a0 Laissez les bon temps rouler!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

In case anyone wonders about the high-tech and high-brow credentials of this blog, I am posting a picture of how books for review are exchanged. In this picture, you can see Bob Moyer and his Harley, which he recently rode to Walnut Cove, N.C., for an editorial meeting with me. After a delicious lunch of […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,14],"tags":[338,191,27,55],"class_list":["post-894","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mysteries","category-thriller-suspense","tag-dave-robicheaux","tag-james-lee-burke","tag-mystery","tag-suspense"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/894","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=894"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/894\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":908,"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/894\/revisions\/908"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=894"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=894"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lindabrinson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=894"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}