TRICK QUESTION by Tony Dunbar opens a with a head-turning incident: A body, frozen solid, falling out of a freezer. It hit the floor and the head “snapped off and flipped into the air… bounced a few feet away, coming to rest at the base of a steel hotel full of hamsters. The dead eyes, oblivious to the squeals and panic they had caused, stared blankly at the ceiling. A mustache on the face, like a graffiti smudge on a marble sculpture, was fuzzy with ice crystals.”
That opening in itself might be motivation enough to read the book. Fortunately, Tubby Dubonnet – the lawyer hero who eventually takes over the case for another, alcoholic, attorney – is an integral part of the city of New Orleans. So the reader can enjoy not just how Tubby solves the crime and manages to prove the innocence of the client, but also the sights, smells, food and drink of the fabled city.
For example, this is a description of Tubby’s office:
“He liked his office. Its best features were the simple wooden desk and the window through which he could see most of the universe he cared about – the cracked tile roofs of the historic buildings in the French Quarter, the steady bustle of Canal Street, ships navigating the hairpin bend of the Mississippi River, and a thousand blocks of old neighborhoods stretching away to the seawall around Lake Pontchartrain. He could make out the sails of a few pleasure boats and started imagining what a day of fishing for his supper would feel like. Right now a morning rainstorm was breaking up over the Industrial Canal, dark clouds thinning out to blue, while downtown the sun shone on office workers shuffling miserably along the sidewalks.”
That’s the type of prose that some might reserve for lovers.
And the food:
“The Ricca family did a great job with any kind of seafood, stewed chicken, stuffed peppers, any kind of regular food you could name…They kept the place simple. No fancy art on the walls; just a few letters from the fans. The menu hanging over the counter hardly ever changed, and instead of decor, the restaurant offered the kind of aroma that made you want to push the guy ahead of you out of line... Tubby was starting on the second half of his muffaletta, immensely enjoying the spicy olive salad, ham, and salami in the crusty Italian roll, and reading about Tulane basketball in the Times-Picayune sports section.”
And what is New Orleans without a touch of voodoo? Tubby’s client, we learn,
“…does voodoo cures and casts spells He has a little shrine in the water heater shed behind his house. One of the neighbors had to put out a fire with a garden hose last year when Cletus went to Time Saver and forgot he had left some candles burning. Some leaves caught on fire, and it was pure luck the neighbor saw it or the house might have burned down. The neighbor says he popped open the shed door and there was a dead chicken on a blanket, some Mardi Gras beads around it, an unlit cigar on top, and a circle of candles.”
Tubby takes this news in stride. He replies judiciously: “We’re all entitled to our personal eccentricities.”
Obviously, Tubby enjoys his life. And though we may be envious, he is not above day-dreaming a bit:
“Have a couple of drinks, go to work every day, watch the Saints on the weekend, maybe play a little tennis or catch some music at a club: that was the kind of fulfilling life a man could happily lead – unless he started getting involved with women…”
I, for one, appreciate the mystery but even more the atmosphere of New Orleans that Dunbar incorporates into the story.