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the death and life of bobby z
++BY DON WINSLOW | KNOPF
BY CHARLES TAYLOR | Don Winslow's brisk, nifty debut, "The Death and Life of Bobby Z," is good enough to make you hope that he works out the kinks in his style, and it's accomplished enough to make you believe that he will. Winslow has obviously taken a look at the work of Elmore Leonard and Carl Hiassen. Like them, he constructs a plot that plays like a Rube Goldberg contraption gone haywire. One action sets so many gears whirring and bucking and shaking that, at moments, you really have the sense that all hell is breaking loose. Winslow's hero is Tim Kearney, a three-time loser about to become a lifelong resident of California's correctional institutions, if he can survive retribution from the comrades of the Hell's Angel he killed in self-defense. He's given a deal by the DEA: Impersonate Bobby Z, a legendary drug dealer to whom Tim bears a striking resemblance and who happens to be inconveniently dead. The DEA needs Bobby to swap for one of their agents who's been kidnapped by a Latino drug lord. Tim takes the deal and does a first-rate acting job. Trouble is, the open arms the drug lord plans to greet Bobby with are firearms.
The pleasure of reading a Leonard or Hiassen novel isn't just the farcical plotting, but the way the humor undercuts the macho swagger that hampers most mysteries. Winslow (who's worked as a private investigator) isn't immune to that swagger. His sex scenes veer perilously close to Penthouse Forum fare and you can sense him flexing his cojones in the violent scenes (there's a lot of them). He needs to develop the cool, sardonic disengagement that would lend a greater sense of control to his already considerable command of plotting. But he's already on his way to developing the talent of slipping into the voices of his characters. Here's a DEA agent attending a Hell's Angel's funeral: "Under normal circumstances, Tad Grusza would have considered attending Raymond 'Boom-Boom' Boge's wake a pleasure trip. Few things would have improved a soft California evening better than seeing that slimy bag of guts laid out in a cheap casket while his mourning brethren drank, smoked and fucked around him." There's no reason to think that "The Death and Life of Bobby Z" isn't the start of a first-rate entertainer's career.
Charles Taylor lives in Boston. He is a regular contributor to Salon. |