A murder mystery set in Florida: a man of action returns to find his best friend dying of wounds inflicted by a political enemy. His trail leads him to some Spanish Civil War veterans, bebop bongo drummers, a schizophrenic prostitute, and others.
Bernard Wolfe studied at Yale, taught at Bryn Mawr, served in the Merchant Marine, edited Paramount Newsreel, wrote Really the Blues with "Mezz" Mezzrow, and did a publicity stint on Broadway.
Not happening...this book and its narrator seem oafish, sexist, and condescending to black culture if not racist, and the story is boring. I'm not sure if I missed the undertones of intolerance in the previous Bernard Wolfe book I read, or dismissed them too easily, or whether this one is worse, but it's bugging me now.