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Wow, that was one heck of a book.
It has it all: slow-burn suspense (far, far from the usual ham-fisted variety), lots of varied and believable characters, unpredictable, and an unusually good ending. A remarkably good ending -- not too short and not too long.
The story starts right off in a town JDM calls Flamingo, Florida. There is a little sorta ghost town called Flamingo, way down in Monroe Co. and most of us locals have been there. But the story's town has a population of 12,000, a causeway, and at least one barrier island. JDM spent much of his life on the Gulf Coast and he'd have known that the real Flamingo has maybe 50 residents, no causeway, and no barrier islands. This bugged me at first, because the little of his stuff I've read was typically accurate.
From the various highways, road names, traveling times, and geography it didn't take long to triangulate which real Gulf Coast town he had used as a model for his Flamingo. I'm gonna keep that to myself, because it figures into that unusually good ending. I gotta say that again: the ending was better than any I can recall offhand. Up there with Norris's McTeague.
So, for me, there were two first-rate fun things about this book: (1) Figuring out where it took place and (2) the outstanding ending.
The latter should be enough for anyone. If you're such an old pro that you can see this ending coming, then you can do something that I cannot.
PS Another blessing (after all the Scott Phillips porn I've been reading) is that the porn is of the very softest core. First of all, only one guy is even vaguely a Harvey Weinstein, and best of all, it's the kind where a bottle of wine is opened, you see a breeze ruffle the moonlit curtains, and then they're smoking cigarettes -- that's it, and that's also about as long as it lasts. None of the "hey babe, that was the best head I've had in nearly a week and the best anal I've had all day" sort of thing I'd come to expect.