James Lee Burke can sketch a character like nobody's business. The details he mentions and the ones he infers pack a lot of meaning onto the page without getting bogged down. His protagonist, Dave Robicheaux, is bold as they come, hard as a bag of rocks. But the sun shines down on him when he is with his daughter, Alafair, and Tripod, the family 3-legged raccoon, makes me laugh out loud and lightens up the whole affair. It also gives Dave a lot to lose. He constantly weighs the potential cost to himself when he decides to pursue some dangerous course.
And he is done with alcohol. We have passed through the alcoholic trilogy, and not a moment too soon. Of course, an alcoholic is always in a process, always subject to moments when they hear the booze calling to them, but it is not as constantly present in the storyline anymore.
Counterpoint is provided by Batist, the employee who works at Robicheaux's bait store and cafe on the water, where there are boats for rent. Batist usually gives very good advice. He keeps his own counsel a lot of the time, and we know when he opens his mouth that most of the time, he is right (although he should not barbecue Tripod for creating mischief in the store...and he doesn't, he only talks about it).
My spouse (online I call him "Mr. Computer", since I am not allowed to use his name here) and I are reading this series together. It's the first time we've ever done such a thing. I lean in the direction of mysteries and memoirs, and he reads computer materials and heavy duty political philosophy. The working class sympathies of Detective Robicheaux (and we suspect, Mr. Burke) drew him in, and if I don't finish the book after this one soon, Mr. Computer will steal it from me!
Clete Purcel is a friend and sometimes-partner of Robicheax's. He has saved Dave's life and has his back. Though Purcel is the kind of guy who would take out a pesky woodchuck with an Uzi, nevertheless, he is loyal as the day is long, and Mr. Computer and I both like him. When I want Mr. C to be in a good mood, I call him "Noble mon" and it makes him smile.
At the end of the day, the narrator's take on life rings true:
"A therapist once told me that we're born alone and we die alone.
"It's not true.
"We all have an extended family, people whom we recognize as our own as soon as we see them. The people closest to me have always been marked by a peculiar difference in their makeup. They're the walking wounded, the ones to whom a psychological injury was done that they will never be able to define, the ones with the messianic glaze in their eyes, or the oblique glance, as though an M-1 tank is about to burst through their mental fortifications...But they save us from ourselves."
What an interesting, complex character.
No wonder neither Mr. C or I can wait to read more! So if you'll excuse me, I'll move on to #6, which awaits me on my bedside table.