We've covered it before, but in case you missed it, I was born and raised in South Louisiana. It's a unique place. A cultural gumbo, if you will.
So it's particularly amusing to me that my introduction to James Lee Burke's Dave Robicheaux occurred in the Pittsburgh airport.
I had a layover and needed something to read. I picked up a copy of Burning Angel
based on the jacket and I never looked back.
I've enjoyed the adventures of Dave and his loose cannon compadre, Clete Purcel, for years now, but, like Spenser before him, Dave is starting to show his age.
If you're not familiar with the Robicheaux series, Dave is a deputy sheriff in New Iberia, a recovering alcoholic, a staunch Catholic, a multiple widower and, perhaps most importantly, a societal Don Quixote.
Robicheaux is forever tilting at the windmills of injustice and the past.
Sometimes it's entertaining. Sometimes it's tiresome.
I'm pleased to announced that in Robicheaux
, it's the former.
Dave and Clete run afoul of a populist candidate, a damaged author and a mobster with dreams of Hollywood glory. Just another day at the office for Dave, Clete and the other main character of the series, Louisiana.
Time is catching up with Dave and he knows it. His support structure is crumbling and his days are numbered. Unlike Parker, Burke seems to understand the restrictions his character's advancing age puts on a man of action.
Dave can't kick ass and take names like he used to. He's got to be a bit more careful where he treads.
I've thought several times in the last few books in the series that we had seen the last of Dave and Clete. Each time, I thought I was okay with that.
As it turns out, I'm going to miss them when they are gone, but if this is their swan song it's a great way for these iconic characters to go out.
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