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256 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 23, 2023
I’ve read better mystery-suspense novels than “The Last Songbird”. I just can’t recall what they were. Maybe I’m distracted by what has to be the enthusiastic applause of Ross Macdonald’s spirit. Daniel Weizmann’s marvelous rock-noir dirge over contemporary Los Angeles’ seedy underbelly is a work that belongs on the same shelf as Lew Archer’s ‘60’s adventures in the City of Angels. Misfires? There were a few. But then again, too few to mention.
Adam Zantz is by his own admission: a failed songwriter; a failed song plugger; a failed recording engineer. He is now one of the forlorn sufferers laboring in the tenth circle of gig economy Hell. A troubled insomniac whose work as a Lyft driver gives him ample time to ponder every poor choice he’s ever made during the endless hours he spends driving the labyrinth of L.A. streets and highways.
The crown jewel of Zantz’ clientele is Annie Linden. A famous-but-fading pop singer-songwriter who rose to near-mythical career heights in the ‘70’s. Now in her seventies, she’s a near-recluse. Zantz has become her regular driver. (“Off-app”, he explains in Gen Z-speak.) Zantz feels he’s developed a strong bond with Linden. So when she turns up dead, he searches for the truth behind her demise with a relentless zeal that even he occasionally questions.
Zantz discovers that the truth can have more layers than a supersaw chord track. He crosses paths with a collection of off-beat people who - like himself - have been pulled along over the years by the atmospheric drag of Annie Linden’s meteoric stardom. Some are jealous. Others disillusioned. Others bitter. Still others intoxicated with unrestrained adoration. Many motives. One killer.
Buckle up and enjoy this terrific ride. Zantz’ non-stop commentary on the state of L.A. and the people living at its margins is an epic poem of the 21st century Southland. Our Lyft driver detective learns almost too late why you should never meet your hero. If he can just get off of those L.A. freeways without being killed or caught, he may discover himself as well as the culprit’s identity.