This novel almost certainly started out as a Travis McGee story. Then, somewhere along the line, I'm guessing that it started to come alive in ways that demanded a more omniscient narrator. Just a guess, but MacDonald's dedication of the book to McGee himself is suggestive.
It's also worth noting that in this novel, McGee's runabout *Munequita* figures prominently..McGee acquired the boat after the events related in the novel--the sort of sly integration McDonald indulged from time to time.
So, for those of you who love the McGee stories, but haven't read this one yet, you're in for what may be the best Travis McGee story of them all, although McGee is nowhere to be found, at least, not directly.
Besides the usual MacDonald qualities of a wonderfully complex plot that unfolds in an entirely organic way; every character pretty much straight out of life; and all kinds of memorable local color, there is an elaborate portrait of one of the more frightening human beings to ever inhabit a crime novel. This character is straight out of Kraft-Ebbing's worst nightmares, and the way in which MacDonald gets inside her head is downright spooky. The novel is worth your time just for this character alone.
But there is so much more. The novel ranges over a vast swath of human experience. MacDonald's deep insight into the human condition is in full flower here, and makes for some of the most gratifying storytelling of the last 50 years. The little framing story that opens and closes the book is itself a small masterpiece. You'll be glued to this novel until you finish it.
In short, this is another one of MacDonald's deeply literary novels that masquerades as crime fiction. I've often thought that it's his best novel, and I've read them all, most more than once.
I've never been able to figure out why no-one has made this into a movie. Done right, this would be a very impressive flick.



