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5.0 out of 5 stars
Delicious "Dirt" Digs Deep into Dastardly Doings, June 11, 2001
Breezy, fast-paced, and filled with sardonic humor, Sean Doolittle's first novel DIRT hits the ground running with a frantic fist-fight at a funeral and doesn't stop until the final page. Offering a fresh twist of seriously black humor in a genre known more for muted sarcasm, DIRT is a thriller that rewards and delights on many levels.Unlike most crime fiction heroes, the somewhat hapless Quince Bishop -- an aging slacker and passive romantic living off a family trust fund -- spends most of the novel being pummeled, kicked, and beaten repeatedly (and those are his better days). Paired with self-appointed funeral consumer advocate Marie Castaneda, Bishop accidentally uncovers the dastardly doings of Joel Moss, whose manic-depressive self-loathing is matched only by his disdain for the dearly departed he "inters" at his Palm Grove Cemetery. Assisting Moss in his shady scheme are Carl Rosen and Billy Guilder, two low-life thugs enjoying a taste of freedom after many years in prison. Guilder's gentle spirit provides for a surprising plot turn, but Rosen's cunning and penchant for violence render him a truly formidable and scary crime villain. DIRT is more than just another Quentin Tarantino or Dutch Leonard wanna-be crime tale. Author Doolittle plants his action squarely against the backdrop of the funeral industry, and when you're not gaping at the profession's practices, you just might find yourself guffawing. Think Donald Westlake sipping bourbon with Evelyn Waugh while collaborating on a rewrite of THE LOVED ONE and you're in the ball park here. Doolittle's black sense of humor serves him well -- bad guy Rosen's Achilles' heel is a delightfully painful running gag -- and is punched up by a sleek writing style honed after many years writing horror short fiction. (Stints as a journalist have been valuable, too -- witness Chapter 21, a hilarious account of a funeral home convention told entirely through the notes of a newspaper reporter). Despite the body count, Doolittle's big heart shines through grandly: after the obligatory sexual encounter, the novel's hero and heroine actually take time to talk to each other about death and religion and watch THE BIG SLEEP on TV. No hip one-liners from too-cool characters here, just two desperate people learning how to reach out to each other. There's a lot going on beneath the surface of DIRT. The wise reader will take no time digging in.
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