"Swinging the machete."
"What? Yes, raising it."
"But he didn"t get a swipe at you."
"No."
Cat Chaser(1982) The last time Florida motel owner George Moran was in the Dominican Republic he was in a uniform and people were shooting at him. Years later he"s back looking for a girl he lost - and finding one he"d be better off without. But that doesn"t matter to George while he"s sleeping with beautiful Mary de Boya, but it does matter when he discovers his lover is the wife of a former death squad general in exile: one with sordid mob connections. Now George is bringing big trouble back with him to the Sunshine State - as his nostalgic trip down memory lane has tangled him up in a cat"s cradle of drug deals, swindles, vengeance and murder ... and a love that"s not only blind but lethal.
The New York Times: "A superior example of gritty writing and violent action."
From the novel: Moran"s first impression of Nolen Tyner: He looked like a high risk, the kind of guy who falls asleep smoking in bed. No luggage except a six-pack of beer on the counter and a Miami Herald Miami Herald folded under his arm. folded under his arm.
He reminded Moran of a show-business personality going to seed. Long two-tone hair thinning fast, what was left of a blond pompadour receding from a sunburned peeling forehead. Moran could see dark roots that matched his dark, neatly trimmed moustache. The khaki shirt was neat too, freshly laundered, faded, the cuffs on the sleeves turned up once, shirttails hanging out, aviator sungla.s.ses hooked to one of the flap pockets. One-time dude over the hill at forty. Maybe half in the bag. Dreamy eyes looked up from the registration card to the calendar on the wall behind Moran, half-closed, squinting.
"Is it October already?"
It was almost November.
Stick(1983) After serving time for armed robbery, Ernest "Stick" Stickley is back on the outside and trying to stay legit. But it"s tough staying straight in a crooked town - and Miami is a pirate"s paradise, where investment fat cats and lowlife drug dealers hold hands and dance. And when a crazed player chooses Stick at random to die for another man"s sins, the struggling ex-con is left with no choice but to dive right back into the game. Besides, Stick knows a good thing when he sees it - and a golden opportunity to run a very profitable sweet revenge scam seems much too tasty to pa.s.s up.
New York Daily News: "A slam-bang, no-bull action thriller.... The pace is blistering and n.o.body but n.o.body writes better dialogue.... Grab it!"
From the novel: Stick said he wasn"t going if they had to pick up anything. Rainy said no, there wasn"t any product in the deal; all they had to do was drop a bag. Stick said, "And the guy"s giving you five grand?"
"It makes him feel important," Rainy said, "it"s how it"s done. Listen, this"s the big time, man, and I"m taking you uptown."
Rainy told Stick that he didn"t even have to say a word unless the guy Chucky asked him something. Which he probably would. Chucky liked to talk. He was a you-all, he talked real nice and easy, real sloow, slower than you, Rainy said. Stick said he could hardly wait to meet the guy, thinking: Rainy and Chucky ... like they were hanging around in the playground.
LaBrava(1983) Joe LaBrava first fell in love in a darkened movie theater when he was twelve - with a gorgeous femme fatale up on the screen. Now the one-time Secret Service agent-turned-photographer is finally meeting his dream woman in the flesh, albeit in a rundown Miami crisis center. When she"s cleaned up and sober, though, former movie queen Jean Shaw still makes LaBrava"s heart race. And now she"s being terrorized by a redneck thug and his slimy marielito partner, which gives Joe a golden opportunity to play the hero. But the lady"s predicament is starting to resemble one of her earlier cinematic noirs. And if he"s not careful, LaBrava could end up the patsy - or dead - in the final reel.
Newsday: "Riveting and exhilarating ... terse and tough ... Leonard is a master."
From the novel: He stepped in, said, "Hey -" as he raised the camera with the flash attached, put it in n.o.bles" face and fired about a hundred thousand candles in the guy"s eyes, blinding him, straightening him for the moment, LaBrava needed to hit him in the ribs with a shoulder, drive him into clattering metal chairs, close to the drunk and the rigid man. LaBrava got n.o.bles down on his spine, head hard against the wall to straddle his legs. Worked free the bluesteel revolver stuck in his jeans, a familiar feel, a .357 Smith. Held him by the hair with one hand and slipped the blunt end of the barrel into his open mouth. n.o.bles gagged, trying to twist free.
LaBrava said, "Suck it. It"ll calm you down."
Glitz(1985) Psycho mama"s boy Teddy Magyk has a serious jones for the Miami cop who put him away for raping a senior citizen - but he wants to hit Vincent Mora where it really hurts before killing him. So when a beautiful Puerto Rican hooker takes a swan dive from an Atlantic City high-rise and Vincent naturally shows up to investigate the questionable death of his "special friend," Teddy figures he"s got his prey just where he wants him. But the A.C. dazzle is blinding the Magic Man to a couple of very hard truths: Vincent Mora doesn"t forgive and forget ... and he doesn"t die easy.
The New York Times: "Intense and inevitable.... A higher caliber of entertainment."
From the novel: The night Vincent was shot he saw it coming. The guy approached out of the streetlight on the corner of Meridian and Sixteenth, South Beach, and reached Vincent as he was walking from his car to his apartment building. It was early, a few minutes past nine.
Vincent turned his head to look at the guy and there was a moment when he could have taken him and did consider it, hit the guy as hard as he could. But Vincent was carrying a sack of groceries. He wasn"t going to drop a half gallon of Gallo Hearty Burgundy, a bottle of prune juice, and a jar of Ragu spaghetti sauce on the sidewalk. Not even when the guy showed his gun, called him a motherf.u.c.ker through his teeth and said he wanted Vincent"s wallet and all the money he had on him. The guy was not big, he was scruffy, wore a tank top and biker boots and smelled. Vincent believed he had seen him before, in the detective bureau holding cell. It wouldn"t surprise him. Muggers were repeaters in their strung-out state, often dumb, always desperate. They came out with the adrenaline pumping, hoping to hit and get out. Vincent"s hope was to give the guy pause.
Bandits (1987) (1987) Working at his brother-in-law"s New Orleans funeral home isn"t reformed jewel thief Jack Delaney"s idea of excitement - until he"s dispatched to a leper"s hospital to pick up a corpse that turns out to be very much alive ... and under the care of a beautiful, radical ex-nun in designer jeans. The "deceased" is the one-time squeeze of a Nicaraguan colonel who"s ordered her dead for trying to "infect" him, and Sister Lucy"s looking to spirit the young woman away from his guns and goons. Plus Lucy"s getting ideas about spiriting away some of the colonel"s millions as well - and someone with Jack Delaney"s talents could come in very handy indeed.
People: "Another winner."
From the novel: Every time they got a call from the leper hospital to pick up a body Jack Delaney would feel himself coming down with the flu or something. Leo Mullen, his boss, was finally calling it to Jack"s attention. "You notice that? They phone, usually it"s one of the sisters, and a while later you get kind of a moan in your voice. "Oh, man, I don"t know what"s the matter with me. I feel kind of punk.""
Jack said, "Punk, I never used the work punk in my life. When was the last time? I mean they called. Wait a minute. How many times since I"ve been here have they called, twice?"
Leo Mullen looked up from the body on the prep table. "You want me to tell you exactly?" This is the fourth time I"ve asked you in the past almost three years now." Leo wore latex gloves and a plastic-coated disposable ap.r.o.n over his vest, shirt, and tie. He looked like a man all dressed up doing the dishes.
Touch(1987) A Michigan woman was blind and now she can see, after being touched by a young man who calls himself Juvenal. Maybe it was just coincidence, but Bill Hill - who used to run the spectacular Uni-Faith Ministry in Dalton, Georgia, and now sells RVs - can see dollar signs when he looks at this kid with the magic "touch." The trouble is that others see them also, including a wacko fundamentalist fascist with his own private army of the faithful and an a.s.sortment of media leeches. But everyone who"s looking to put the touch on the healer is in for a big surprise - because Juvenal"s got a trick or two up his sleeve that n.o.body sees coming.
Chicago Tribune: "Thoroughly entertaining.... Its twisty plot, curt characterization, and brilliant dialogue are all typical Leonard."
From the novel: Bill Hill moved to the front windows of the reception room and looked out at the brewery that was across the Chrysler Freeway, but seemed as near as the next door. Above the red-brick complex was a giant sign that lit up red at night and said Stroh"s Beer for all the alcoholics to see, it could make them thirsty, he bet. Or it could remind them of gutters and weeds and cold vacant buildings. Bill Hill was wearing a yellow outfit today. Yellow-and-white-striped sport shirt, cream yellow slacks, white belt, and white loafers. It was hot in here with no air conditioning. A dim, depressing place.
Freaky Deaky(1988) Way back when revolution was the thing, bombs were Robin Abbott and Skip Gibbs"s bag - until their explosive "freedom of expression" was curtailed by some considerable prison time. Now the ex-SDSers are back out in the material world and looking to put their pyrotechnic skills to more profitable use. Their target is Woody Ricks, dope-addled Detroit "rich kid" and aging former fellow radical who Robin thinks ratted them out to the Feds. But Motown cop Chris Mankowski also has his eye on Woody - albeit for another matter entirely - and until his recent switch to s.e.x Crimes, Chris was the Bomb Squad"s golden boy. So it"s only fitting that he"ll be around when the really nasty stuff starts going down ... or blowing up.
Washington Post Book World: "Quite remarkable ... right on target and it is extremely funny."
From the novel: Chris Mankowski"s last day on the job, two in the afternoon, he got a call to dispose of a bomb.
What happen, a guy by the name of Booker, a twenty-five-year-old super-dude twice-convicted felon, was in his Jacuzzi when the phone rang. He yelled for his bodyguard Juicy Mouth to take it. "Hey, Juicy?" His bodyguard, his driver and his houseman were around somewhere. "Will somebody get the phone?" The phone kept ringing. The phone must have rung fifteen times before Booker got out of the Jacuzzi, put on his green satin robe that matched the emerald pinned to his left earlobe and picked up the phone. Booker said, "Who"s this?" A woman"s voice said, "You sitting down?" The phone was on a table next to a green leather wingback chair. Booker loved green. He said, "Baby, is that you? It sounded like his woman, Moselle. Her voice said, "Are you sitting down? You have to be sitting down for when I tell you something." Booker said, "Baby you sound different. What"s wrong?" He sat down in the green leather chair frowning, working his b.u.t.t around to get comfortable. The woman"s voice said, "Are you sitting down?" Booker said, "I am. I have sat the f.u.c.k down. Now you gonna talk to me, what?" Moselle"s voice said, "I"m suppose to tell you that when you get yo, honey, what"s left of your a.s.s is going to go clear through the ceiling."
Killshot(1989) It"s not Carmen Colson and her ironworker husband Wayne"s fault that they were in the real estate office when a pair of thugs walked in with extortion on their minds. But as far as aging Ojibway Indian hit man Armand Degas is concerned, the Colsons are going to have to pay dearly for seeing too much ... and for the damage Wayne inflicted on Armand and his sicko partner Richie Nix with a tire iron. The cops here in middle-of-nowhere Michigan can"t help Carmen and Wayne out, and the best the Feds can offer is the Witness Protection Program. So ultimately it"s going to have to come down to one wife, one husband, two killers ... and one lethal shot.
Seattle Times: "Nerve-wracking.... The tightest, best-written thriller of the year."
From the novel: Richie Nix bought a T-shirt at Henry"s restaurant in Algonac that had IT"S NICE TO BE NICE written across the front. He changed in the men"s room: took off his old T-shirt and threw it away, put on the new one looking at himself in the mirror, but then didn"t know what to do with his gun. If he put his denim jacket back on to hide the nickel-plate .38 revolver stuck in his jeans, you couldn"t read the T-shirt. What he did was roll the .38 up inside the jacket and carried it into the dining area.
There was a big IT"S NICE TO BE NICE wood-carved sign on the sh.e.l.lacked knotty-pine wall in the main room, over past the salad bar. It had been the restaurant"s slogan for fifty years. Most people who came to Henry"s liked a table by the front windows, so they could watch the freighters and ore carriers if they wanted, though he was more interested this evening in keeping an eye on the restaurant parking lot. He needed a car for a new business he was getting into.
Get Shorty(1990) Mob-connected loanshark Chili Palmer is sick of the Miami grind - plus his "friends" have a bad habit of dying there. So when he chases a deadbeat client out to Hollywood, Chili figures he might like to stay. This town with its dreammakers, glitter, hucksters, and liars - plus gorgeous, partially clad would-be starlets everywhere you look - seems ideal for an enterprising criminal with a taste for the cinematic. Besides, Chili"s got an idea for a killer movie - though it could very possibly kill him to get it made.
The Wall Street Journal: "The funniest crime thriller ever set among the hustlers and con artists of the movie colony."
Detroit News: "A Hollywood hit.... Bound to knock the socks off a lot of people.... Taut, inimitable prose and characters who could have only sprung from the mind of Elmore Leonard."
From the novel: When Chili first came to Miami Beach twelve years ago they were having one of their off-and-on cold winters: thirty-four degrees the day he met Tommy Carlo for lunch at Vesuvio"s on South Collins and had his leather jacket ripped off. One his wife had given him for Christmas a year ago. before they moved down here.
Chili and Tommy were both from Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, old buddies now in business together. Tommy Carlo was connected to a Brooklyn crew through his uncle, a guy named Momo, Tommy keeping his books and picking up betting slips till Momo sent him to Miami, with a hundred thousand to put on the street as loan money. Chili was connected through some people on his mother"s side, the Manzara brothers. He worked usually for Manzara Moving & Storage in Bensonhurst, finding high volume customers for items such as cigarettes, TVs, VCRs, stepladders, dresses, frozen orange juice.... But he never could be a made guy himself because of tainted blood, some Sunset Park Puerto Rican on his father"s side, even though he was raised Italian. Chili didn"t care to be made anyway, get into all that bulls.h.i.t having to do with respect.
Maximum Bob(1991) Hard-a.s.s Palm Beach County judge Bob Isom Gibbs enjoys sending even petty offenders away to do hard time - which has made the list of miscreants who want him dead longer than a fully grown Florida gator"s tail. And a good number of his ill-wishers are probation officer Kathy Baker"s clients, including young Dale Crowe and his psycho uncle Elvin. Now, Kathy"s got an even more daunting task than keeping BIG"s h.o.r.n.y hands off her: keeping "Maximum Bob" alive. Because Gibbs"s many enemies seem to be willing to go to any lengths - be it death by amphibian or some more tried-and-true method - to permanently end the career of an overs.e.xed, racist jurist who"s more interested in scoring than in saving his own red neck.
Washington Post Book World: "Scary ... hilarious ... strange and risky.... A right-on, pitch-perfect novel ... [with] juicy characters who wrench your heart and gut."
From the novel: Dale Crowe Junior told Kathy Baker, his probation officer, he didn"t see where he had done anything wrong. He had gone to the go-go bar to meet a buddy of his, had one beer, that"s all, while he was waiting, minding his own business and this go-go wh.o.r.e came up to his table and starting giving him a private dance he never asked for.
"They move your knees apart to get in close," Dale Crowe said, "so they can put it right in your face. This one"s name was Earlene. I told her I wasn"t interested, she kept right on doing it, so I got up and left. The go-go wh.o.r.e starts yelling I owe her five bucks and this bouncer come running over. I give him a shove was all, go outside and there"s a green and white parked by the front door waiting. The bouncer, he tries to get tough then, showing off, so I give him one, popped him good thinking the deputies would see he"s the one started it. s.h.i.t they cuff me, throw me in the squad car, won"t even hear my side of it. Next thing, they punch me up on this little computer they have? The one deputy goes, "Oh, well look it here. He"s on probation. Hit a police officer." Well, then they"re just waiting for me to give "em a hard time. And you don"t think I wasn"t set up?"
Rum Punch(1992) Ordell "Whitebread" Robbie makes a fine living selling illegal high-powered weaponry to the wrong people. Jackie Burke couriers Ordell"s profits from Freeport to Miami. But the feds are on to Jackie - and now the aging, but still hot, flight attendant will have to do prison time or play ball, which makes her a prime "loose end" that Ordell needs to tie up permanently. Jackie, however, has other options. And with the help of Max Cherry - an honest but disgruntled bail bondsman looking to get out - she could even end up with a serious nest egg in the process.
Washington Post Book World: "Vintage Leonard.... As unputdownable as anyone could wish. The plot is pleasingly convoluted.... The story goes down easy, and packs a real wallop in the end."
From the novel: Sunday morning, Ordell took Louis to watch the white-power demonstration in downtown Palm Beach.
"Young skinhead n.a.z.is," Ordell said. "Look, even little n.a.z.i girls marching down Worth Avenue. You believe it? Coming now you have the Klan, not too many here today. Some of them in green, must be the coneheads" new spring shade. Behind them it looks like some Bikers for Racism, better known as the Dixie Knights. We gonna move on ahead, fight through the crowd here," Ordell said, bringing Louis along.
"There"s a man I want to show you. See who he reminds you of. He told me they"re gonna march up South County and have their show on the steps of the fountain by city hall. You ever see so many police? Yeah, I expect you have. But not all these different uniforms at one time. They mean business too, got their helmets on, their riot ba-tons. Stay on the sidewalks or they liable to hit you over the head. They keeping the street safe for the n.a.z.is."
p.r.o.nto(1993) The feds want Miami bookmaker Harry Arno to squeal on his wiseguy boss. So they"re putting word out on the street that Arno"s skimming profits from "Jimmy Cap" Capotorto - which he is, but everybody does it. He was planning to retire to Italy someday anyway, so Harry figures now"s a good time to get lost. U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens knows Harry"s tricky - the bookie ditched him once in an airport while in the marshal"s custody - but not careful. So Raylan"s determined to find the fugitive"s Italian hideaway before a cold-blooded Sicilian "Zip" does and whacks Arno for fun. After all, it"s a "pride thing"... and it might even put Raylan in good stead with Harry"s s.e.xy ex-stripper girlfriend Joyce.
Entertainment Weekly: "The man knows how to grab you - and p.r.o.nto p.r.o.nto is one of the best grabbers in years." is one of the best grabbers in years."
From the novel: One evening, it was toward the end of October, Harry Arno said to the woman he"d been seeing on and off the past few years. "I"ve made a decision. I"m going to tell you something I"ve never told anybody before in my life."
Joyce said, "You mean something you did when you were in the war?"
It stopped him. "How"d you know that?"
"When you were in Italy and shot the deserter?"
Harry didn"t say anything, staring at her.
"You already told me about it."
"Come on. When?"
"We were having drinks at the Cardozo, outside, not long after we started seeing each other again. You said it the same way you did just now, like you"re going to tell me a secret. That"s why I knew. Only I don"t think you said anything about making a decision."
Riding the Rap(1995) Now that his mom"s gravy train has derailed, gambling, debt-ridden Palm Beach playboy Warren "Chip" Ganz has decided to take somebody rich hostage - with the help of a Bahamian ex-con, a psycho gardener/enforcer, and the beautiful, if underfed, psychic Reverend Dawn. The trouble is they choose bookmaker Harry Arno as their victim, and Harry can scam with the best. The BIG trouble is ace manhunter U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens is sleeping with Harry"s ex-exotic dancer ex-girlfriend, and Joyce wants Harry found. And since nearly everyone everyone has guns, locating and springing the captive bookie most probably can"t happen without some measure of lethal difficulty. has guns, locating and springing the captive bookie most probably can"t happen without some measure of lethal difficulty.
Washington Post: "Leonard remains the uncontested master of the crime thriller. This latest one, ranking up there with his best, secures his hold on the t.i.tle."
From the novel: Ocala Police picked up Dale Crowe Junior for weaving, two o"clock in the morning, crossing the center line and having a busted taillight. Then while Dale was blowing a point-one-nine they put his name and date of birth into the national crime computer and learned he was a fugitive felon, wanted on a three-year-old charge of Unlawful Flight to Avoid Incarceration. A few days later Raylan Givens, with the Marshal Service, came up from Palm Beach County to take Dale back and the Ocala Police wondered about Raylan.
How come if he was a federal officer and Dale Crowe Junior was wanted on a state charge... He told them he was with FAST, the Fugitive Apprehension Strike Team, a.s.signed to the Sheriff"s Office in West Palm. And that was pretty much all the marshal said. They wondered too, since he was alone, how he"d be able to drive and keep an eye on his prisoner. Dale Crowe Junior had been convicted of a third-degree five-year felony, Battery of a Police Officer, and was looking at additional time on the fugitive warrant. Dale Junior might feel he had nothing to lose on the trip south. He was a rangy kid with the build of a college athlete, bigger than the marshal in his blue suit and cowboy boots - the marshal calm though, not appearing to be the least apprehensive. He said the West Palm strike team was shorthanded at the moment, the reason he was alone, but believed he would manage.
Out of Sight(1996) Jack Foley was busting out of Florida"s Glades Prison when he ran head-on into Karen Sisco with a shotgun. Suddenly the world-cla.s.s gentleman felon was sharing a cramped car trunk with a disarmed federal marshal - whose Chanel suit cost more than the take from Foley"s last bank job - and the chemistry was working overtime. Here"s a lady Jack could fall for in a big way, if she weren"t a dedicated representative of the law that he breaks for a living. And as soon as she escapes, he"s already missing her. But there are some seriously bad men and a major score waiting for Jack in Motown. And there"s a good chance that when his path crosses Karen"s again, she"s going to be there for business, not pleasure.
New York Daily News: "Cool and fun.... A sly romance about the missed connections of life, which is also a h.e.l.l of a comedy crime caper with a fine cast of sociopaths, misfits, and losers."
From the novel: From the covered crawl s.p.a.ce beneath the prison chapel to the gra.s.s just beyond the razor wire perimeter fence. They had been digging since before Christmas with their hands and a broken shovel, using sc.r.a.p lumber from the construction site of a new wing being added to the chapel to sh.o.r.e up the walls of the tunnel. It was Christmas Day, Foley happen to see Chino and Lulu come out of the ficus bushes in front of the chapel, their faces streaked with black dirt, muck, but wearing clean blues. What were they doing, making out in the bushes? That wasn"t Chino"s style, so Foley the fight fan said, "Don"t tell me about it "less you want to." And Chino said this time to his Anglo friend, "You want to go with us?"
Foley said he didn"t want any part of it - only three feet of crawl s.p.a.ce underneath the chapel, pitch-dark in there, maybe run into f.u.c.king mole rats face-to-face. No thanks. He"d said to Chino. "Don"t you know you"re digging through Everglades muck? I"ve talked to people. They say it"s wet and"ll cave in on you." Chino said, yeah, that"s what people thought, but the tunnel only caved in once....
Foley said to Chino that Christmas Day, "If I caught on, how come none of the hacks have?"
Be Cool(1999) After one triumph and one flop, Mafia loanshark-turned-Hollywood producer Chili Palmer is desperate for another hit ... of the celluloid sort. And when a similarly relocated former mob a.s.sociate takes a hit of the bullet-in-the-brain variety while they"re power-lunching, Chili begins to see all kinds of story possibilities. The whacked recording company mogul"s midday demise is leading Chili into the twisted world of rock stars, pop divas, and hip-hop gangstas, which is rife with drama, jealousy, and betrayal - all the stuff that makes big box office. Tinsel Town had better take cover, because Chili Palmer"s working on another movie. And that"s when people tend to die die.
Washington Post Book World: "Superior, stunningly alive writing.... Be Cool Be Cool is another boss entry in an incredible body of work." is another boss entry in an incredible body of work."
From the novel: The front door of the sedan opened and the guy with the rug got out. A wiry little guy fifty or so wearing some Korean girl"s hair so he"d look younger. Chili felt sorry for him, the guy not knowing the rug made him look stupid. Somebody ought to tell him, and then duck. He looked like the kind of little guy who was always on the muscle, would take anything you said the wrong way. Chili saw him looking toward Swingers no, staring. Then saw him raise both hands, Christ, holding a revolver, a nickelplate flashing in the sunlight, the guy extending the gun in one hand now, straight out at arm"s length as Chili yelled, "Tommy!" Loud but too late. The guy with the rug was firing at Tommy, squeezing them off like he was on a target range, the sound of gunfire hitting the air hard, and all at once here were screams, chairs sc.r.a.ping, people throwing themselves to the ground as the plate gla.s.s shattered behind Tommy still in his chair, head down, broken gla.s.s all over him, in his hair... Chili saw the guy with the rug standing there taking in what he had done. Saw him turn to the car, the door still open, and put his hand inside on the windowsill. But now he took time to look this way, to stare at Chili. Took a good look before he got in and drove the car off.
Pagan Babies(2000) Father Terry Dunn thought he"d seen everything on the mean streets of Detroit, but that was before he went on a little retreat to Rwanda to evade a tax-fraud indictment. Now the whiskey-drinking, Nine Inch Nails T-shirt-wearing padre is back trying to hustle up a score to help the little orphans of Rwanda. But the fund-raising gets complicated when a former tattletale cohort pops up on Terry"s tail. And then there"s the lovely Debbie Dewey. A freshly sprung ex-con turned stand-up comic, Debbie needs some fast cash, too, to settle an old score. Now they"re in together for a bigger payoff than either could finagle alone. After all, it makes sense ... unless Father Terry is working a con of his own.
Entertainment Weekly: "Wildly entertaining."
From the novel: The church had become a tomb where forty-seven bodies turned to leather and stains had been lying on the concrete floor the past five years, though not lying where they had been shot with Kalashnikovs or hacked to death with machetes. The benches had been removed and the bodies rea.s.sembled: men, women and small children laid in rows of skulls and spines, femurs, fragments of cloth stuck to mummified remains, many of the adults missing feet, all missing bones that had been carried off by scavenging dogs.
Since the living world no longer enter the church, Fr. Terry Dunn heard confessions in the yard of the rectory, in the shade of the old pines and silver eucalyptus trees.
"Bless me, Fatha, for I have sin. It has been two months from the last time I come to Confession. Since then I am fornicating with a woman from Gisenyi three times only and this is all I have done."
They would seem to fill their mouths with the English words pro-nounc-ing each one carefully, with an accent Terry believed was heard only in Africa. He gave fornicators ten Our Fathers and ten Hail Marys, murmured what pa.s.sed for an absolution while the penitent said the Act of Contrition, and dismissed them with a reminder to love G.o.d and sin no more.
"Fire in the Hole"(2001) In Elmore Leonard"s first original e-book, U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens (featured in p.r.o.nto p.r.o.nto and and Riding the Rap Riding the Rap) returns to the eastern Kentucky coal-mining country of his youth. When Boyd Crowder, a mail-order-ordained minister who doesn"t believe in paying his income taxes, decides to blow up the IRS building in Cincinnati, Givens is asked by the local marshal to intervene. This sets up an inevitable confrontation between two men on opposite sides of the law who still have a lingering respect for each other. Throw into the mix Boyd"s sister-in-law, Ava, who carries a torch for Raylan along with a deer rifle, and you"ve got a funny, adrenaline-charged story only Elmore Leonard could have written.
Book Page: ""Fire in the Hole," is cla.s.sic Leonard, even if the medium is not."
From the story: They had dug coal together as young men and then lost touch over the years. Now it looked like they"d be meeting again, this time as lawman and felon, Raylan Givens and Boyd Crowder.
Boyd did six years in a federal penitentiary for refusing to pay his income tax, came out and found religion. He received his ordination by mail order from a Bible college in South Carolina and formed a sect he called Christian Aggression. The next thing he did, Boyd formed the East Kentucky Militia with a cadre of neo-n.a.z.i skinheads, a bunch of boys wearing Doc Martens and swastika tattoos. They were all natural-born racists and haters of authority, but still had to be taught what Boyd called "the laws of White Supremacy as laid down by the Lord," which he took from Christian Ident.i.ty doctrines. Next thing, he trained these boys in the use of explosives and automatic weapons. He told them they were now members of Crowder"s Commandos, sworn to take up the fight for freedom against the coming Mongrel World Order and the govermint"s illegal tax laws.
Tishomingo Blues(2002) Daredevil Dennis Lenahan has brought his act to the Tishomingo Lodge & Casino in Tunica, Mississippi - diving off an eighty-foot ladder into nine feet of water for the amus.e.m.e.nt of gamblers, gangsters, and luscious belles. His riskiest feat, however, was witnessing a Dixie-style mob execution while atop his diving platform. Robert Taylor saw the hit also. A blues-loving Detroit hustler touring the Southland in a black Jaguar, Taylor"s got his own secret agenda re the "Cornbread Cosa Nostra," and he wants Dennis in on the game. But there"s a lot more in Robert Taylor"s pocket than a photo of his lynched great-grandfather. And high-diver Dennis could be about to take a long, fatal fall - right into a mess of hoop skirts, Civil War playacting ... and more trouble than he ever dreamed possible.
Entertainment Weekly: "G.o.d bless Elmore Leonard. Grade A."
Detroit Free Press: "Elmore Leonard is back at his sly, finger-popping best."
Los Angeles Times Book Review: "Tishomingo Blues is typical Elmore Leonard. Who could ask for anything more? is typical Elmore Leonard. Who could ask for anything more?
From the novel: Newton Hoon sat in his trailer with a jelly gla.s.s of bourbon watching the news: that little TV girl with the two last names in the woods showing where James Rein and Eugene Dean had shot each other, saying both men were from Tunica but nothing about Rose.
There she was now in the glade saying this was where Arlen Novis, former Tunica County sheriff"s deputy, and Detroit realtor Germano Mularoni staged their duel, calling them reenactors in a senseless confrontation of views that resulted in each man"s death. Oh, is that right? No mention of Walter. No mention of the smoke or the two greasers - Newton thinking of the one he"d asked that time where the n.i.g.g.e.r was and the one said he"d gone to f.u.c.k your wife. It had set him off, sure, even knowing it wasn"t true. One, Myrna wasn"t ever home, she played bingo every night of her life. And two, not even a smoke"d want to f.u.c.k her, Myrna going four hundred pounds on the hoof. Try and find the wet spot on her.
When the Women Come Out to Dance(2002) In this collection of short fiction, Elmore Leonard demonstrates the superb characterizations, dead-on dialogue, vivid atmosphere, and driving plotting that have made him a household name. And once more, this master of crime ill.u.s.trates that the line between the law and the lawbreakers is not as firm as we might think.
Federal Marshall Karen Sisco, from the bestselling novel Out of Sight Out of Sight, returns in "Karen Makes Out," once again inadvertently mixing pleasure with business. In "Fire in the Hole," Raylan Givens, last seen in Riding the Rap Riding the Rap and and p.r.o.nto p.r.o.nto, meets up with an old friend, but they"re now on different sides of the law. In the t.i.tle story, "When the Women Come Out to Dance," Mrs. Mahmood gets more than she bargains for when she conspires with her maid to end her unhappy marriage. In all nine stories - each unique in its own right - reluctant heroes and laid-back lowlifes struggle for power, survival, and their fifteen minutes of fame.
Vivid, hilarious, and unfailingly human, these stories ring true with Elmore Leonard"s signature deadpan social observations and diabolical eye for the foibles of the good guys and the bad.
Contains: "Sparks"; "Hanging Out at the Buena Vista"; "Chisaw Charlie Hoak"; "When the Women Come Out to Dance"; "Fire in the Hole"; "Karen Makes Out"; "Hurrah for Capt. Early"; "The Tonto Woman"; "Tenkiller" "Sparks"; "Hanging Out at the Buena Vista"; "Chisaw Charlie Hoak"; "When the Women Come Out to Dance"; "Fire in the Hole"; "Karen Makes Out"; "Hurrah for Capt. Early"; "The Tonto Woman"; "Tenkiller"
From the collection: "Hanging Out at the Buena Vista"
They lived in a retirement village of cottages set among palm trees and bougainvillea, maids driving golf carts. The woman, Natalie, wore silk scarves to cover what was left of her hair, a lavender scarf the afternoon Vincent appeared at her door. He told her through the screen he thought it was time they met. She said from the chair she sat in most of the day, "It"s open," closed the book she was reading, a finger inside holding the page, and watched him come in in his khaki shorts and T-shirt.
"You didn"t have to get dressed up on my account."
She liked his smile and the way he said, "I was right. I"ve found someone I can talk to."
"About what?"