This is the third of the Noir series that I’ve read, after New Orleans and Oakland. I think it’s a great series — in each of them, the city is not just the setting, it’s a character in itself.
Santa Cruz is famously a beach and surfing city, with a lot of eccentric characters. But it’s also home for a lot of people who live on the fringe, and they take the lead in many of these stories. There are surfers who just aren’t viable, either emotionally or financially. There are people from the rural areas to the south of Santa Cruz, in tough straits and criminal temptations. And there are the people — teachers, private investigators, . . . — who, either by choice or the class stratifications woven into American culture, barely swim at the surface.
The locations of the stories are distinctive and evocative of Santa Cruz life — Pacific Avenue downtown, the woods and hills of UC Santa Cruz, the surfing spots at Steamer Lane, Cowell’s, and Pleasure Point, . . . I was surprised to see a story set even in my own neighborhood, The Circles.
Some stories also conjure the kinds of attitudes and noirish disorders that plague people no matter where they live, like people who act as though the world is truly against them, that the guy who got to the stop sign first (or to the lineup at Steamer Lane first) is an asshole for it. Everybody is just an asshole, and it’s my job to fight back.
The stories are pretty dire — the first set of stories take up the theme of serial killers. It’s definitely not soft, touristy, beachy noir. Characters are disturbed, bent on destruction, just like in all noir stories, but maybe even with a little harder, more desperate edge.
If you live in Santa Cruz, you’ll enjoy that maybe slightly perverse pleasure of seeing your city in its worst lights. If you don’t live in Santa Cruz, this may not be the tourist industry’s best marketing tool, but you will get a flavor of what’s under the rocks at the beach or buried among the redwoods.