Jumpers returns Christopher Moore to form. His previous three books in the Calvino series had been something of a letdown. But this volume makes up for it. Beginning with the suicide of a young painter, the story soon branches out into a broad allegory about the Chinese subversion and takeover of Bangkok and Thailand. For it is a Chinese conspiracy that rests behind the death of Raphael Pascal, the painter. It all revolves around a six piece installation depicting suicidal people right before they die. Then the actual models begin to die of suicide. Calvino becomes worried, because he is one of the six models.
Without spoiling things, Jumpers seems to conclude the Calvino series, although I know it doesn't, because the official end is supposed to be the next volume, Dance Me to the End of Time. But Jumpers, with the Chinese chasing Calvino out of Bangkok--just as they chased him out of New York City to Bangkok originally--has the now 60 year old Calvino seemingly ready to call it quits. His pal, now General Pratt, has already retired from the police, and even his secretary, Ratana, is seen trying to hold back the effects of aging in her cosmetics and wardrobe. Calvino appears tired. And maybe Moore is tired of Calvino. I'll see how it all works out in the final story.
Note: This might be Moore's most Bangkok-centric novel yet. In addition to the malls, streets, and neighborhoods, all the mentions he makes about ThaiVisa (now rebranded into Aseannow), Villa, and Foodland, must leave people outside the city wondering. Will wait to see if he mentions Gourmet Market and CP in the last novel. As someone living in the far West suburbs on the Thonburi side, the closest I ever get to "Moore's Bangkok" is Pinklao and Siriraj. His Bangkok is not mine. I don't think he could take the peace and comfortable pace of life out here in Phutthamonthon.