(this is volume two of a strange coincidental random three-book tour of the waterlands of the SE United States, starting with the beaches of South Carolina [in the execrably maudlin goo-fest that is David Baldacci's "One Summer"], then traveling further south to the islands (and the vast Okefenokee Swamp) girding Savannah, Georgia [in this book, "East is East"], and finally landing in South Florida around the 10,000 Islands/Lake Okeechobee swamplands [in {duh} Swamplandia!, wonderfully whimsical])
*sigh* As I was trying to come up with a even-handed review for "East Is East" (one of TC Boyle's earlier works which I put off reading just because I hated the goofy cover), a review that wouldn't come off as biased, I found I just can't do it. I'm a TC Boyle fan. For every negative comment against Boyle's writing (no matter how accurate), I'd probably counter the supposition with "yeah, maybe; but I'd rather read Boyle at his worst than most at their best". I totally acknowledge many of his books (despite their wildly varied subject material) adhere to a cookie-cutter formula with clearly defined good guys and bad guys, and more often than not, a political stance all-but-neon'ed upon Boyle's sleeve. Doesn't matter if it's a topic I've no interest in, or a political opinion that runs counter to mine: I just like the guy's writing.
So, back to "East Is East": a curious amalgam of two of Boyle's later novels ("The Tortilla Curtain", about illegal immigration to the US and its direct effect in Southern California; and "When the Killing's Done", about biodiversity in the Channel Islands off Santa Barbara). It doesn't particularly bother me that many of his novels resemble others...in fact, if anything, it serves to cement my respect for him, that although some are quite similar in tone and structure, Doyle consistently throws curveballs that rarely fail to find their target.
Our protagonist in this one, Hiro (get it?), a half-Japanese/half-gaijin (American) who'd experienced daily ostracism an prejudice from his fellow Japanese for appearing "too Western" (aquiline nose and hulking appearance), decides to get work on a commercial ocean freighter hauling goods from Asia to Savannah, GA, gets in a fight with the ship's head cook for screwing up the preparation of some traditional Japanese soup, gets thrown in the brig, escapes and jumps ship, swims/floats to Tupelo Island, GA, and thus starts a brand new odyssey of degradation and discrimination, far far worse than that which he suffered in Japan. He gets the Tupelo islanders (an odd mix of Gullah blacks, stereotypical redneck Southerners, and moneyed elite) all up in arms over some of his actions after landing on the island, eliciting the arrival of two of the most inept Nerf-brains ever put on government payroll, under the auspices of the INS (Immigration and Naturalization Service...now referred to post-Homeland Security as ICE). When a starving, bedraggled, manhunted Hiro stumbles upon an art colony on the island, where he's harbored as a fugitive by girlfriend of the son of the owner of this colony. Hijinks ensue, leading the action off the island and into the mainrand's (sp) Okefenokee Swamp.
Despite the rather bleak subject matter, this was one of Boyle's funniest novels. Predictably, though, much of the comedy stems from pratfalls of the two bumbling turds representing the INS. It's these over-the-top buffoons (one a Vietnam Vet, the other a lazy racist with a penchant for slinging around the Asian N-word epithet in describing our "slant-eyed" AADAA (INS-ese for Armed and Dangerous Alien Amok). Stereotypes are held under the microscope in such fine resolution that they're almost too painful to read, as abrasive as the swamp sawgrass abrading (or leeches perforating) Hiro's fair skin.
But don't blame me for this four-star review; in the spirit of full disclosure: I done tole you I wuz a Boyle junkee. If you get hooked, tha's on you, not me, man.