You know how when
you go on vacation and you fall behind in the everyday stuff you have to do so
when you come home there’s that all backed up but you still have to stay
current with what’s going on and another major event is on the horizon that’s
sucking away much of your attention and energy so you really don’t have as much
time for purely recreational stuff as you might ordinarily? That was August.
LaBrava, Elmore Leonard. The problem with falling in love with a writer as
prolific as Leonard is that it’s hard to go back and look at some of his older
stuff as long as he kept cranking out new. Then he stops and it reminds you of
favorites it’s been too long since you read. I scored a used copy of a
three-book Leonard compilation a few months ago; LaBrava was the first in the collection, and one of the handful
I’ve never read. Now I’ve read it, and it’s as good as I’d heard. All the usual
Leonard stuff is there: the offbeat hero and his even more offbeat foil, the
strong female characters, the finding out the villain isn’t quite where you
were looking. And the dialog. Leonard’s dialog isn’t the kind of thing well
suited for excerpting in a piece like this. He didn’t write great lines so much
as he wrote great conversations. His narrative is to the point without being
spare and no one was better at leaving out the parts the reader might be
inclined to skip. (Duh.) If you’ve never read LaBrava, you should. If you’ve never read Leonard, damn right you
should. And if you have, reading him again is never a bad idea.
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