Miami Blues by Charles Willeford (English) Paperback Book

Description: Miami Blues by Charles Willeford After a brutal day investigating a quadruple homicide, Detective Hoke Moseley settles into his room at the un-illustrious El Dorado Hotel and nurses a glass of brandy. With his guard down, he doesn't think twice when he hears a knock on the door. The next day, he finds himself in the hospital, badly bruised and with his jaw wired shut. He thinks back over ten years of cases wondering who would want to beat him into unconsciousness, steal his gun and badge, and most importantly, make off with his prized dentures. But the pieces never quite add up to revenge, and the few clues he has keep connecting to a dimwitted hooker, and her ex-con boyfriend and the bizarre murder of a Hare Krishna pimp.Chronically depressed, constantly strapped for money, always willing to bend the rules a bit, Hoke Moseley is hardly what you think of as the perfect cop, but he is one of the the greatest detective creations of all time. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description After a brutal day investigating a quadruple homicide, Detective Hoke Moseley settles into his room at the un-illustrious El Dorado Hotel and nurses a glass of brandy. With his guard down, he doesnt think twice when he hears a knock on the door. The next day, he finds himself in the hospital, badly bruised and with his jaw wired shut. He thinks back over ten years of cases wondering who would want to beat him into unconsciousness, steal his gun and badge, and most importantly, make off with his prized dentures. But the pieces never quite add up to revenge, and the few clues he has keep connecting to a dimwitted hooker, and her ex-con boyfriend and the bizarre murder of a Hare Krishna pimp.Chronically depressed, constantly strapped for money, always willing to bend the rules a bit, Hoke Moseley is hardly what you think of as the perfect cop, but he is one of the the greatest detective creations of all time. Author Biography Charles Willeford was a highly decorated (Silver Star, Bronze Star, Purple Heart, Luxembourg Croix de Guerre) tank commander with the Third Army in World War II. He was also a professional horse trainer, boxer, radio announcer, and painter. Willeford, the author of twenty novels, created the Miami detective series featuring Hoke Moseley, which includes Miami Blues, Sideswipe, The Way We Die Now, and New Hope for the Dead. He died in 1988. Review "If you are looking for a masters insight into the humid decadence of South Florida and its polygot tribes, nobody does it better than Mr. Willeford." —The New York Times Book Review"Extraordinarily winning. . . . Pure pleasure. . . . Mr. Willeford never puts a foot wrong." —The New Yorker"No one write a better crime novel than Charles Willeford." —Elmore Leonard"A tempo so relentless, words practically fly off the page." —The Village Voice"The prose is clean and tough and flows easily." --The New York Times Book Review"A Graham Greene-like entertainment, but tougher and funnier, softened by neither simile nor sentiment. This is probably as close to the real now Miami as any thriller is likely to come." --Donald Justice"Terse, scary, and evocative, Miami Blues is a thriller with cold blood. . . . Snap up Miami Blues." --The Philadelphia Inquirer"Nobody writes like Charles Willeford . . . he is an original–funny and weird and wonderful." --James Crumley"A nasty crime-comedy thats full of casual violence, outrageous coincidences, and hilariously rude dialogue. . . . Willeford has a marvelously deadpan way with losers on both sides of the law." --Kirkus Reviews"Absolutely brilliant in every regard–the definitive Miami novel." --Stanley Ellin"Bone-deep satire . . . terrific." --Publishers Weekly"A marvelous read. Do yourself a favor and go buy Miami Blues immediately." --Harry Crews"A top notch crime novel . . . both tough and funny." —The Washington Post (refers to New Hope)"Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new." --Donald E. Westlake Review Quote "If you are looking for a masters insight into the humid decadence of South Florida and its polygot tribes, nobody does it better than Mr. Willeford." -The New York Times Book Review "Extraordinarily winning. . . . Pure pleasure. . . . Mr. Willeford never puts a foot wrong." -The New Yorker "No one write a better crime novel than Charles Willeford." -Elmore Leonard "A tempo so relentless, words practically fly off the page." -The Village Voice "The prose is clean and tough and flows easily." --The New York Times Book Review "A Graham Greene-like entertainment, but tougher and funnier, softened by neither simile nor sentiment. This is probably as close to the real now Miami as any thriller is likely to come." --Donald Justice "Terse, scary, and evocative,Miami Bluesis a thriller with cold blood. . . . Snap upMiami Blues." --The Philadelphia Inquirer "Nobody writes like Charles Willeford . . . he is an originalfunny and weird and wonderful." --James Crumley "A nasty crime-comedy thats full of casual violence, outrageous coincidences, and hilariously rude dialogue. . . . Willeford has a marvelously deadpan way with losers on both sides of the law." --Kirkus Reviews "Absolutely brilliant in every regardthe definitive Miami novel." --Stanley Ellin "Bone-deep satire . . . terrific." --Publishers Weekly "A marvelous read. Do yourself a favor and go buyMiami Bluesimmediately." --Harry Crews "A top notch crime novel . . . both tough and funny." -The Washington Post(refers toNew Hope) "Hoke Moseley is a magnificently battered hero. Willeford brings him to us lean and hard and brand-new." --Donald E. Westlake Excerpt from Book 1 Frederick J. Frenger, Jr., a blithe psychopath from California, asked the flight attendant in first class for another glass of champagne and some writing materials. She brought him a cold half-bottle, uncorked it and left it with him, and returned a few moments later with some Pan Am writing paper and a white ball point pen. For the next hour, as he sipped champagne, Freddy practiced writing the signatures of Claude L. Bytell, Ramon Mendez, and Herman T. Gotlieb. The signatures on his collection of credit cards, drivers licenses, and other ID cards were difficult to imitate, but by the end of the hour and the champagne, when it was time for lunch--martini, small steak, baked potato, salad, chocolate cake, and two glasses of red wine--Freddy decided that he was close enough to the originals to get by. The best way to forge a signature, he knew, was to turn it upside down and draw it instead of trying to imitate the handwriting. That was the foolproof way, if a man had the time and the privacy and was forging a document or a check. But to use stolen credit cards, he knew he had to sign charge slips casually, in front of clerks and store managers who might be alert for irregularities. Still, close enough was usually good enough for Freddy. He was not a careful person, and a full hour was a long time for him to engage in any activity without his mind turning to something else. As he looked through the three wallets he found himself wondering about their owners. One wallet was eelskin, another was imitation ostrich, and the third was a plain cowhide billfold filled with color snapshots of very plain children. Why would any man want to carry around photographs of ugly children in his wallet? And why would anyone buy imitation ostrich, when you could get an authentic ostrich-skin wallet for only two or three hundred dollars more? Eelskin he could understand; it was soft and durable, and the longer you carried it in your hip pocket the softer it got. He decided to keep the eelskin one. He crammed all of the credit cards and IDs into it, along with the photos of the ugly children, and shoved the two emptied wallets into the pocket of the seat in front of him, behind the in-flight magazine. Comfortably full, and a trifle dizzy from the martini and the wine, Freddy stretched out in the wide reclining seat, hugging the tiny airline pillow. He slept soundly until the attendant awakened him gently and asked him to fasten his seat belt for the descent into Miami International Airport. Freddy had no baggage, so he wandered through the mammoth airport listening to the announcements that boomed from multiple speakers, first in Spanish and then, half as long, in English. He was eager to get a cab and to find a hotel, but he also wanted some nice-looking luggage. Two pieces would be better than one, but he would settle for a Vuitton one-suiter if he could find one. He paused for a moment to light a Winston and reconnoiter a long line of American tourists and diminutive Indian men and women going to the Yucat Details ISBN1400032466 Short Title MIAMI BLUES Pages 208 Language English ISBN-10 1400032466 ISBN-13 9781400032464 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2004 Residence US Birth 1919 Death 1988 DOI 10.1604/9781400032464 Series Number 1 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2004-08-10 NZ Release Date 2004-08-10 US Release Date 2004-08-10 UK Release Date 2004-08-10 Author Charles Willeford Publisher Random House USA Inc Series Hoke Moseley Detective Series Publication Date 2004-08-10 Imprint Random House Inc Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:9948326;

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