Resurrecting a Hero: Spenser Lives

Two or three years ago, there was a spate of discussion on this blog about fictional heroes who, for one reason or another, were given the chance to outlive their creators. Commenters and I talked about recent resurrections of this famous sleuth or that. I recall Poirot, Archie McNally, Philip Marlowe, as well as Chee and Leaphorn. Here’s the first post, with various comments. Here’s the second. Later on I wrote about Anne Hillerman’s take on her father’s stories. Of course, our discussions were with regard to Maynard MacDonald’s lack of interest in allowing anyone—even Steven King—to revive his father’s great fictional hero.

The reason I bring the subject up again is that I finally got around to reading the first of the new Spenser books by Ace Atkins. I know I’m pretty late to the game on this, and you’re all probably way ahead of me. But after Robert Parker died in 2010, I simply finished reading the last few Spensers that he wrote and figured that was that. I just sort of automatically assumed the new guy—handpicked by the Parker estate—wouldn’t quite nail it. Because, let’s face it, some authors-for-hire who tackle famous sleuths don’t get it right. It’s not easy, recreating those very special voices.

Ace Atkins’ first Spenser, Lullaby, crossed my path a few weeks ago purely by accident. I was out on a walk and, as is my wont, checked out a Little Library in the middle of our community garden. And there the book sat, ripe for the taking.

13269092The story has a bit of True Grit and Leon: The Professional to it, as Spenser is hired by a teenage girl of South Boston to track down who really murdered her mother several years before. The guy in the slammer, she insists, didn’t do it. Spenser takes the case and is soon up to his ears in a complicated criminal conspiracy that seems to involve the son of his old gangster nemesis, Joe Broz. Of course, Hawk is at Spenser’s side. And the very feisty girl complicates things by insisting on being in on the action.

(Considering that Spenser served in the Korean War, he’s in awfully good shape to be doing the tough-guy shtick c. 2012. He’d be about eighty. But despite Parker’s error in tagging him with that history—a lesson to series writers—we’re happy to look the other way because we love Spenser. I guess if Bart Simpson never ages, why should Spenser?)

As a good friend of mine might put it—when he gives his imprimatur to something he particularly approves of—this tale’s “as slick as snot on a doorknob.” Atkins has done as nearly a perfect continuation of a creator’s voice and style as I’ve ever seen. If I’d read Lullaby, say, ten years ago, I wouldn’t have had any reason to question that Robert Parker wrote it. And because of Atkins’ masterful writing chops, Spenser remains alive and kicking, and in hearty good health. Spenser is all here, full of his trademark wiseass-ery. And that is a wonderful thing: Robert Parker may have died, but Spenser lives.

I should note, though, that while the book collects predominantly five and four star reviews on Amazon—I gave it five—down in the scarcer two and one star reviews, many folks think Ace Atkins missed the boat and/or screwed the pooch.

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Maynard MacDonald may own Travis McGee and all his father’s other literary properties. He clearly has some deeply held belief that McGee should never again be heard from, absent his dad. And he has every right to prohibit new McGee stories from being developed.

But the Parker estate and Ace Atkins make an awfully good case for at least attempting to resurrect Mr. McGee. You might reasonably argue that the prose that constitutes McGee is of a richer and more thoughtful weave than that which makes up Spenser. And you would have a good point there. Still, why not give it a shot?

As I wrote here a few years ago, the JDM estate could secretly audition a group of strong candidates and see how close they can get to the original’s quality. If no one’s good enough, well there you go. But if someone pulls it off, then why not pick a new color, haul the Busted Flush out of drydock, and set ol’ Trav loose on some new malefactor?

But even if Maynard MacDonald sticks to his guns and remains unpersuaded, there can always be hope that some day JDM’s grandchildren might feel differently.

McGee Wannabes: Bob Morris’s Zack Chasteen

A fictional tough guy who sets up shop as a McGee-type hero can operate in almost any semi-tropical clime, so long as it’s in the U.S. We’ve seen them in California and Hawaii, of course, and Alabama. But Florida has to be preferred. And any wannabe who works in the Sunshine State had better have a deep understanding of where they’re at, with an appreciation of Florida’s unique natural world.

Bob Morris’ Zack Chasteen is just such a McGee-like character. Born and bred in Florida—in what essentially is a coastal palm-tree nursery founded by his grandfather—Zack knows whereof he speaks when he editorializes (McGee-like) on how greedheads have f****d up his world. Like McGee, he was a pro footballer. He played with the Dolphins under Don Shula and before that played for Florida State. After football, he ran charter and fishing boats. But fate intervened and he was framed for a crime, ending up in a federal prison camp.

553098Chasteen’s first adventure, Bahamarama, leaps into action in the very first chapter. Just as Zack is released from prison, he walks out the gate to find two hoods waiting for him—insisting that he take a ride with them in their Escalade. Zack, of course, is reluctant to do so, as he’s expecting a lift from his wealthy girlfriend. And as nice is their ride is, he doesn’t think climbing up into the big black SUV is going to end well. The ex-footballer delivers them a thumping and makes his escape in the limo the girlfriend has sent for him.

It turns out that the drug gangster who framed Zack and got him sent to the federal pen  thinks he still has something of great value. Thus, the offer of a ride in the Escalade. But Zack has absolutely no idea what that something might be. Having escaped the gangster’s thugs once, he’s not so lucky the next time, when they catch up to him at the abandoned family palm nursery. But Zack escapes, killing one of the baddies in the process.

Now Zack wants nothing more than getting out of Dodge and back together with his magazine publisher girlfriend. Without his passport, he manages to get down to Harbour Island, in the Bahamas, where she’s supervising a big photo shoot. And though he sees her from a distance on the beach, he’s not able to connect with her just then. Ominously, she doesn’t turn up that evening or through the night, though she’s supposed to be expecting him. (There’s even a bottle of pricey champagne on melting ice in the hotel room when Zack gets there.) His hunt for her around Harbour Island is in vain. Our hero worries that she’s dumped him for the photographer on the shoot, her ex-fiancé. But the plot thickens considerably the next morning, when the fashion shooter turns up murdered.

Well, it turns out that girlfriend Barbara has been kidnapped, along with an English peer of the realm who lives on Harbour Island. Zack’s thought is that this is pressure coming down on him from the drug gangster who wants back that thing (or things) that he claims Zack has. Zack pursues a long—sometimes plodding—investigation of the kidnapping, with the help of the Harbour Island cop, his own sidekick Boggy, and various supernumeraries. And I don’t think it’s a spoiler here to say that what Zack initially thinks is one crime is in fact two quite unrelated crimes. Some bad luck, huh?

True, the drug gangster wants his McGuffin back and won’t hesitate to kill Zack to get it. But that bad-guy team turns out to have nothing to do with the kidnapping of Barbara and Lord Whatshisface. The kidnappers are a local crew who operate with a certain ham-handedness. So, as the book draws to a close, readers get to enjoy two concluding action set pieces—as Zack and his allies take down the kidnappers first and the drug thugs second.

As I alluded to above, Bahamarama does have a bit of a pacing problem, IMHO. Through the long center of the tale it drags a bit, as Zack plods through his investigative work. And what is one of the book’s strengths—its rich depiction of life on Harbour Island—also becomes one of its weaknesses, as it slows the tempo of the two interlocking (though we don’t know it yet) crime plots.

But in other respects, it’s a good, solid read. Most satisfyingly, Morris gives us a thoughtful, self-reflective hero very much in the McGee lineage. Zack Chasteen is someone it’s enjoyable to spend a few hours with, as he attempts to get his totally messed-up life back in order. He’s no Trav—who else is?—but he’s someone you’d like to know.

Bob Morris published Bahamarama in 2004. It was followed by four other Zack Chasteen novels: Jamaica Me Dead (2005); Bermuda Schwartz (2007); A Deadly Silver Sea (2008); and Baja Florida (2009). The books remain in print as e-books and are widely available in paper from used-book sellers. I contacted Morris through his website regarding any future Zack Chasteen novels, but have not heard back from him.

Guest Post: Plymouth Gin & Me

Blogger’s Note: Throughout the early to middle McGee books, Plymouth Gin is our hero Trav’s favorite tipple. Later on he moved to another brand, I believe Boodles. Here, guest poster Walter Abbott provides some tips for those who would like to try the classic clear English liquor.

By Walter Abbott

Before the internet came along, I had to make do with whatever gin I could buy locally—Beefeaters, Tanqueray, to name a few. Drinking Plymouth was only an impossible dream, although I would ask about it from time to time at the liquor store.

Then in the ’90s, via the internet, I found a store in Houston that would ship to me. It was the first time I had tasted the brand. Ever since, I’ve never run out. And don’t intend to ever again.

I save the Plymouth for when my wife and I travel every few months to the same beach I’ve been going to for sixty years: Panama City Beach, West End near the Bay/Walton county line. Often called “The Redneck Riviera.”

There on the balcony of my condo, overlooking the whitest sand in the entire world, I will crack open Blue, or Copper, or Lavender—whichever one in the sequence is next (I date them as I read them)—and toast JDM and Travis, and all the wonderful words that leap off the pages and into my Theater of the Mind.

It never, ever gets old.


The evolution of the Plymouth bottle

Plymouth Gin is available online at several stores. Not all the vendors ship to all fifty states, so you have to check via Google Shopping. Worth every penny, no matter the price, in my estimation.

This is the cheapest price, but notice it only ships to about about half the states in the U.S.:

This is the second cheapest, and it ships to almost the entire country:

I’ve bought Navy Strength and Original Strength. You can tell the difference in taste between the two. According to the Plymouth website, it is all distilled at Black Friars Distillery in Plymouth using the same recipe since 1793. If that be true, it’s the same stuff JDM enjoyed.

A Century of John D. MacDonald

jdmannivshotToday marks the 100th birthday of our favorite author, John Dann MacDonald.

Just as I did two years ago—to celebrate McGee’s 50th anniversary—it’s my intention to find some lakeside watering hole this evening and toast JDM’s memory with a nice Boodles martini on the rocks. I hope that you are all able to do something similar by way of celebration.

And I’d like to think that, a century from today, people will still be celebrating this great American author, and enjoying each and every one of his twenty-one McGee adventures through their neural implants or projected on the backs of their Google-ized eyelids. And they, like us, will wish that they could spend just one tropical evening on the deck of the Busted Flush with Meyer and Trav.

A New Look for the Blog

It’s been over eight years since I posted my first piece on this blog, “Say Hello to Travis McGee.” And right from the start I knew that I wanted to keep things simple, with one of the earliest and plainest of Word Press themes, called “Kubrick.” But truth be told, I’ve gotten a little tired of Kubrick and wanted to freshen up the blog’s look.

So today, Travis McGee & Me is stepping out with a new theme and a new style. It’s called “Twenty Eleven.” It’s also fairly straightforward, but more contemporary, spacious, and (for my old eyes) easier to read. I hope you all like it.

And now, with one final look at trusty ol’ Kubrick, it’s time to move forward.

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News from an Old Friend

I just heard from Kevin Comer—friend of the blog and a frequent guest-poster in 2014 and ’15. He tells me his new house north of Napa in California is nearing completion. So he’ll be finding time again soon to contribute more posts on matters pertaining to JDM and McGee. He also sent along visual evidence of his devotion to the man from Slip F-18—his own auto with a very special custom plate.


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JDM’s 100th B-Day Celebrated on Facebook

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Travis McGee & Me reader Jim Trumm just reminded me that this coming July 24 is the centenary of JDM’s birth. And in that auspicious birthday’s honor, Jim has established a Facebook page for the celebrations. You can visit it by clicking here.

Jim will be putting up new posts on matters pertaining to JDM, as well as reposting items that have appeared here and elsewhere. I know I’ll be checking it out with great interest and hope that you will, too. Be sure to visit and don’t forget to “like” it.