Very humorous story involving a theme park in Florida. And a dolphin. Interestingly, no one had dead animals clamped to their arm in this one...
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Four thousand poinds of ugly Detroit steel on his toes and not even a twinge of pain. Incredible, Pedro thought; the ultimate result of supreme physical conditioning! Or possibly the drugs.
Co-author Bill Montalbano. Published in 1981. Black Lizard, #1. Architect Chris Matthews takes on the Miami cocaine organizations. Pretty good. Didn't realize until I finished that it was published so long ago!
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"Bitch!" the young man screamed. "Cheating bitch. I hope he bites it off." [...]
Ah, to be young and in love, Meadows thought.
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"Fuck off, whitey," Arthur said. "How about some chess later?"
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"Greed," Appel said. "The money is beyond imagination, probably even more than doctors and architects make."
Andrew Yancy #2. Looks like I read #1 back in 2013! Don't even remember it. Andrew gets mixed up with a woman whose job is ramming cars hitmen or kidnappers or something. Also, mafia, a reality show, giant rats, and I don't know what all!
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What on earth did she mean by "protocol"?
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"What did you say, Pablo?"
"Estan grandes pendejos," the driver repeated cordially.
"What? Talk American, goddamit."
The driver, who of course spoke perfect English, said, "Where to now, gentlemen?"
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tank suit -- I looked it up, but still not sure what it looks like.
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"No offense, Deborah, but my arm's falling asleep."
Mallory runs away from home, her friend Richard meets Skink and they team up to find her. A "teen"-downed story, pretty good, a little slow near the end, good ending, though.
Untalented pop star Cherry Pye falls to revive a faltering career. No one loses a limb to a Floridian animal in THIS book, although one guy gets shot in the butt.
"Funny as hell.", "Hilarious..." say the blurbs. I was roused to laughter only five times. On pages 170, 287, 260, 364 and 414 of the paperback edition. Never the less, it was entertaining so I am going to try his other books.
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"This is a classy operation,... didn't you notice the napkins?"
BONUS QUOTE:
...Shad...was... reading a large-print edition of The Plague by Albert Camus. The book made Shad feel slightly better about living in South Florida.
Hector swears revenge on the man with one eye (and a big nose) who blackmails his father, causing him to die of a heart attack. Very good, now I have to read the rest of the related books!
I could only find this book in a collection "Crime Novels: American Noir of the 1950s". It was so ungodly LONG that I'm entering as a separate entry! Since the collection contained four other NOVELS, one can assume the print was rather tiny. It was. I didn't much care for this book, and do not intend to read any others in the Ripliad. There were 340-odd pages of, did I mention it, TINY, print? I didn't feel any sympathy for any of the characters. About eight pages from the end, just before Ripley boards the Hellenes, he mentions THREE murders. I only remember two. I'm sure I just missed the point of the sentence. Hadas recommended this book. I don't hold it against her, though, it just didn't work for me.
Words I Had To Look Up:
celeri remoulade -- a type of salad. (op cit, pg. 175)
faute de mieux -- for lack of something better. (ibid, pg 202)