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Cajun detective Dave Robicheaux matches wits with neo-Nazi psychopath Will Buchalter to find a sunken German submarine, while a Mafia war explodes in New Orleans. Reprint.

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• Amazon Sales Rank: #85864 in Books
• Published on: 1995-08-01
• Released on: 1995-07-10
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Mass Market Paperback
• 512 pages

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• ISBN13: 9780786889006
• Condition: NEW
• Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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From Publishers Weekly
After his dreamy sojourn into Civil War history in In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead , former New Orleans cop Dave Robicheaux comes up against the residue of Nazism in his action-packed, somewhat rambling seventh adventure. When Batist, who helps Dave run his bait shop, is arrested for the latest in a series of murders of New Orleans drug dealers, Dave must raise money for his bail. For a $10,000 finder's fee, he agrees to search for a Nazi submarine sunk in 1942 off the coast of New Iberia, where he is now deputy sheriff. While the sub search draws the attention of a neo-Nazi sadist who threatens Dave's wife, Bootsie, Dave is distracted by the antics of his former partner, Clete Purcel, who has decided to take on mob interests and, in one instance, destroys a crime boss's mansion with an earth mover. Before a dramatic resolution at sea draws the threads of the plots loosely together, Dave traces an intricate course marked by ritual killings, bouts of torture, Bootsie's anxiety (from which she seeks relief in drink) and racial and gender politics within the New Orleans police force, drawing Dave into the lives of a feisty black woman cop and her teenage son. A standout in the diverting supporting cast is doom-predicting Brother Oswald, who employs a maddeningly roundabout manner of discourse. In this physically demanding, fast moving plot, Dave is less ruminative than when last seen, though he holds on to his trademark melancholy-tinged sensitivity. $200,000 ad/promo; 20-city author tour.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc.

From Library Journal
Louisiana sleuth Dave Robicheaux (who made it big in the Edgar Award-winning Black Cherry Blues , LJ 8/89) confronts his nastiest villain yet: neo-Nazi Will Buchalter.
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc.

From Booklist
There comes a time in the life of any successful mystery series when its author must decide whether change is necessary. You really can't win at this game. Either you stick with what brung you and are criticized for repeating yourself, or you attempt something new and alienate those who have grown comfortable with the series' familiar rhythms. James Lee Burke knows there is really only one way to solve this conundrum: keep writing good books. His Dave Robicheaux series is now in its seventh installment and shows no signs of fatigue, though Burke continues to stick close to his basic formula: New Iberia, Louisiana, cop Robicheaux becomes entangled with a sociopath who poses a threat to Robicheaux's family; Dave, usually with the help of former partner Cletus Purcell, reacts violently, eventually vanquishing the foe but not without experiencing loss, sometimes to those around him, sometimes to his sense of self. This time the foe is a neo-Nazi sadist who thinks Dave is the key to finding a German U-Boat that has been bouncing around the Gulf of Mexico since World War II. Threats to Dave's wife and child draw Robicheaux into a violent confrontation. A Robicheaux novel can always be counted on for atmosphere (no one uses New Orleans and evirons better), for bone-hard realism (especially on the subject of violence, its allure and its horror), and for melancholy reflection on the inevitability of the old giving way to the new. Burke keeps it all fresh by never losing sight of the soft edges around his hard characters and by somehow being able to crank out a little extra lyricism at just the right moment. New Orleans stays the same without going flat. Why shouldn't Burke? Bill Ott

Customer Reviews

Mike Hammer meets Spenser...
After reading a bunch of bestseller but lackluster mysteries this summer, it was wonderful to discover an author of some substance-James Lee Burke. Dixie City Jam (the Dave Robicheaux series) reads more like a mystery written by a novelist, and Burke's literary style is unmatched by most mystery writers today.

Dave Robicheaux, a former New Orleans PD policeman, is now a detective with the New Iberia sheriff's office. Robicheaux discovered a Nazi u-boat in Gulf waters, and now a number of people are lining up to find the sub's location. Will Buchalter is a spooky, brutal, neo-Nazi who is willing to stop at nothing to get his hands on the sub, and haunts Robicheaux and his family (leaving dead bodies in his wake). There are also several subplots involving drug deals, prostitution, mobsters, crooked cops, and a vigilante murderer killing drug dealers and cutting out their hearts.

Burke's characters are a colorful bunch, and Robicheaux's former partner and now PI, Cletus Purcel, is probably the best of the bunch. He will have you in stitches as he goes against the mob. New Orleans is also a major player in Dixie City Jam, and the sultry, sensuous, steamy city (the locals call it The Big Sleazy) provides a fitting backdrop.

Burke's writing is top notch, and his dialog between characters reads like Mike Hammer meets Spenser. Robicheaux has a background in literature (something rare in law enforcement) and it's easy to see that Burke is a serious writer who shares a love of literature with his fictional detective. Burke has received a number of deserved literary awards and was even nominated for a Pulitzer Prize.

The only negative about Dixie City Jam is that some of it seemed a bit unbelievable. How Buchalter could have gone on a crime spree lasting decades while eluding detection or capture was a stretch. But this doesn't detract from this otherwise fabulous book. Burke is another writer who I'm now motivated to read everything he's written. I've already started Last Car to Elysian Fields.

Finely tuned evocation of crime in the Big Easy
It can be a terrible thing for the avid reader to discover the works of an already established and prolific author. If the author is not to the reader's taste, no problem exists; if, however, the author's work grabs the reader by the throat and refuses to let go, the reader is faced with the daunting task of reading everything else the author has written. Such is the case with James Lee Burke and his series of Dave Robicheaux novels; while I already have a sizable list of novels on my summer reading list, I am forced, after reading DIXIE CITY JAM, to seek out more of Burke's mystery novels.

DIXIE is set in and around the city of New Orleans (always a vivid setting for an atmospheric mystery). Dave Robicheaux is a detective with the Sheriff's Office who is juggling many balls at once. In addition to his police duties, he has been hired to locate a WW II U-boat that was sunk in local waters many years ago. He also has the added predicament of helping out his old comrade Clete Purcel stay alive as he constantly and foolishly aggravates local crime figures Max and Bobo Calucci. But things come to a head when he finds himself warding off the unwelcome advances of Will Buchalter, an enormous neo-Nazi who's ultimate motives for terrorizing Robicheaux's family remain frighteningly obscure.

Clearly, Burke has no problem with handling many different plot threads. The narrative leaps from element to element; an ailing gangster who wishes to make amends; a young man who is trying to become more than be believes he can be; an interrogation scene that will make the reader squirm. His management of these disparate elements is so skillful, so loaded with portent, that the eventual solution to Robicheaux's many dilemmas comes off as anti-climactic. In the genre of crime writing, perhaps only James Ellroy can be trusted to pull together myriad subplots into a satisfactory conclusion. But that doesn't mean it's not a travel worth taking. Burke shows a genuine flair for capturing the idioms of New Orleans speech; it may not be authentic, but in relation to the story, it is vital and alive. What may come across as precocious and obtrusive in a lesser writer is transformed in Burke's hands into true characterization and ambiance. The native patois becomes integral to the novel's success at presenting New Orleans as a character, rather than a setting.

Burke has crafted a marvelous variety of characters to inhabit his world. Robicheaux is a hero firmly entrenched in the classic detective mode, an honourable man, tough yet tender, who operates with one eye towards justice, and the other towards his own inner demons. Clete is an absurdly erratic yet loyal companion, a man who cannot control his own impulses, even at the risk of self-destruction. And among the wide diversity of supporting characters, none is more frightening or memorable than Buchalter, a creation of monstrous proportions. He is among the creepiest of psychopaths I can ever remember meeting in print, a pleasure/pain lover with severe racist overtones, a genuinely despicable monster with no redeeming qualities. It takes real craftsmanship to construct a portrait of evil so convincingly.

As I said, the ending, coming after multiple storylines involving mobsters, anti-Semitism, corrupt cops and blatant racism, seems a letdown. It wraps up the story convincingly, but perhaps it's a testament to Burke's abilities that it seems a shame to end the tale. As in all the great mysteries, Burke creates a world unto itself, rife with passion and rage. That the mystery can be solved at all is secondary to the people who inhabit the world. Burke's New Orleans is a dangerous place, a jungle of seething violence and corruption, a site on par with Ellroy's Los Angeles and Ian Rankin's Edinburgh. One can only hope his further explorations into Dave Robicheaux's universe remain as entertaining.

Genre for the Manly-Man
I never read anything by James Lee Burke until I saw a piece on his new book in the August '05 edition of Esquire. I realized that I had never read anything in the 'tough guy' genre except a couple of Clive Cussler books when I was a teenager, so I picked up Dixie City Jam off a bargain bin at a local Barnes&Noble. It was a pleasant surprise, and I look forward to reading some of Burke's other stuff.

I enjoyed the melancholy feel of the author's settings: heavy, quiet, and forbidding in a way. The color descriptions were vivid, yet liquidy (if that is a word) as if Burke was trying to create a water color painting using the written word as his brush. The sentence, "...early sun looked like a sliver of pink ice above the horizon's misty rim..." is a good example. The book is full of colorful phrases like this. The author's characters, language, and violent descriptions are just as colorful. I won't bore you with examples, but it makes for an interesting book.

The story seemed like a wierd outlet for political and social commentary, but it worked. The book has plenty of interesting perspectives. Burke spent a paragragh describing the 'fat guy' on TV making fun of the homeless and the downtrodden in from of 18 million regular viewers. I wish the author had just come out and used Rush Limbaugh's name, but I guess he wanted to remain in the fictional genre. There was also a page describing the hypothetical character named Tyrone. That beautifully written piece is worth the price of the book.

The color, tone, characters, and settings more than make up for the books so-so plot (hence the four stars instead of five). The author's exporation of the dirty side of humanity allows people like me to take a brief glimpse in a fictional setting since i have no intention of wallowing in the real-life muck first hand.

It's a good book. I'd recommend it to anybody who is not sensitive to violence.