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Nicotine Kiss (The Amos Walker Series #19)

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Thank God for Loren Estleman. I recently plowed my way through a book that a former classmate, now a creative writing instructor, had written which had all the fictive elements currently in vogue - irony, surface cleverness, political correctness, name checks of celebrities high and low - but lacked the characteristics the academic literati have deemed passe, like plot, character, credibility and structure. This misbegotten volume, along with the run of substandard mysteries I've encountered lately, made me depressed as to what passes for a novel these days. Depressed, that is, until I opened Nicotine Kiss.

From Estleman's first sentence the reader is palpably there, not confronting a snarky, self-conscious pile of words, but immersed in a yeasty, full blooded world that's very much like ours, except the dialogue's better. And our tour guide to that world is old friend Amos Walker, a crusty, observant and mordantly funny private eye of the old school, and proud of it.

His Maltese Falcon on this adventure is one Jeff Starzek, a cigarette smuggler and old acquaintance who, after saving Amos's life (or at least his leg) disappears, ensuing that Amos will pull out all the stops to find him. The closer he gets to Starzek the more trouble he gets into, both from the nominally good guys and the nominally bad guys. In one of the many eminently quotable passages Amos describes his place in the scheme of things:

Chaos and order, black and white, the rock and the hard place. I'd built my business square between them. That makes me the only police force some people can turn to when they have a complaint. It's a definite niche. The pay stinks, but the hours are long, and the benefits include county food, a cot, and free burial by the state.

Estleman is able to effortlessly integrate timely elements like terrorism, the Office of Homeland Security and religious extremism into a spellbinding plot that unfolds in logical yet unexpected ways, Amos's wounded leg adding an interesting complication to the usual tough guy act. He's on the road a lot, leaving Detroit for the Lake Huron coastline and Michigan's own legendary Thumb, encountering great characters, all finely drawn from the most major to the most minor. Estleman knows how to set a scene memorably and economically and then atomize it with a few shotgun blasts. Let's just say you'll never think about fat ladies on snowmobiles in quite the same way.

Like Jeff Starzek the peripatetic smuggler, Nicotine Kiss is stripped down, relentless, nimble and just keeps moving. It's the total package, one of the strongest entries in what is, let's face it, the best continuing private eye series in the universe.

So if you need to renew your faith in mysteries, or just novels in general, do what I did - get a Nicotine Kiss.

NICOTINE KISS is one of those mysteries where the lead character, Amos Walker in this case, is much more interesting than the plot. I have read only one other Amos Walker mystery, but so far he reminds me a great deal of Travis McGee. There's the wise guy repartee, the self-deprecating humor, and the penchant for getting beat up or shot. Walker is shot at least twice in NICOTINE KISS, and he's gimpy for most of it.

The second thing that I found impressive was the honor among thieves theme. Jeff Starzek, a cigarette smuggler, saves Walker's life, after Walker is shot the first time. Because of this Walker refuses to believe a Homeland Security agent when he accuses Swarzek of counterfeiting. Swarzek's adoptive sister hires Walker to find him when Swarzek goes missing. In the process we learn that Michigan has more coastline than California.

There's also lots of atmosphere in NICOTINE KISS. Estleman uses cold weather to good effect. Of course, Walker is never properly dressed for sub-zero weather. Starzek and Walker also drive souped-up cars, Walker a Cutless with a 455 engine, Starzek a Hurst Olds. At one point Starzek says it's not the money in reference to his smuggling, it's the driving. He's a modern moon-shine runner. Starzek also plays the piano, everything from Rachmaninoff to jazz, when he's not running from Homeland Security and other coppers.

Here's the kind of insouciance you get from Walker. As he's tracking Swarzek, he stops at a sort of truck stop/ bar called the Air Horn. The denizens are watching televison. "A row of exposed butt cracks seated at the bar were watching DEUL on video and rooting for the truck." You get this kind of irreverence on every other page.

There's a blurb on the back cover from the great John D. MacDonald: "A gem. Estleman goes on the very short list of the peer group I can read for pleasure." This was for SUGARTOWN, a previous Walker mystery. I'll be ordering that one soon.

I read all of the Amos Walkers books by Loren Estleman and I have never been disappointed. Thou Amos is aging, ( and he should be) the character is still fresh. Estleman is an author I eagerly wait for the new book. Also read his wife D. Morgan

Amos Walker, Detroit PI, has a moral compass. His life was saved by a hunted man, Jeff, who acted at the risk of his own freedom, possibly his life. He acquires a client who gives him the excuse he needs to find Jeff (who has disappeared) and to save his life if given the opportunity. Jeff's sister knows that he runs contraband cigarettes. Like Walker, Jeff lives a dangerous life and is very good at it. (While writing this, the Robert Mitchum movie "Thunder Road" came to mind -- I'm a visual person.)
Like the many other books in this series that Estleman has written, Walker is hard-boiled, using his wits to painstakingly solve the mystery. When he bets his life on his gun, he usually wins the fight. --A prolific writer and prize-winning author, Estleman writes more PI novels set in Michigan than any other author I know. (Jon Jackson and Elmore Leonard deliver abundant reader satisfaction as well.) I value that, having grown up in southeastern Michigan in the 50s. Nicotine Kiss is an excellent read. The fact that he uses cars almost as characters earned him an A+ from me.

4.5 out of 5 stars, actually. I have been a fan of Amos Walker and Loren D. Estleman since the first Amos Walker mystery, Motor City Blue, way back in 1981. I have faithfully read all the Walker books and always read the new one as soon as it is available; Walker and Estleman are that good and engender that type of loyalty. The books never disappoint, are always entertaining, and continually breathe new life into the first-person narrated, private eye story as popularized by Raymond Chandler; Nicotine Kiss is no different. All the classic professional Estleman touches are here: great dialogue, witty observations/similes/metaphors, and action sequences that are as breathless as they are well-written. My only quibble is that Estleman seems to be straining just a little more than usual to put Walker in a contemporary world: references such as Ben Affleck, Harry Potter, the internet, and the plot device of Homeland Security are overly plentiful compared to previous Walker novels. Nevertheless, Walker and Estleman are always welcome friends in my library. If you are a fan of Walker, the p.i. mystery in general, Raymond Chandler, or classic hardboiled writing, this book is for you.

In Grayling, Michigan on the first day of the new hunting season, private detective Amos Walker is , undercover tracking a deadbeat dad when he is shot in the leg. An acquaintance, small time cigarette smuggler Jeff Starzek rushes Amos to a nearby hospital before he bleeds to death.

As Amos heals with a limp, Homeland Security Agent Herbert Clemson believes that Jeff's two bit operation has grown into a vast terrorist supported counterfeiting ring and plans to hold him indefinitely under the guise of the Patriot Act. When Jeff vanishes, his sister Rose turns to Walker to find her brother whom she says still only works his small time cigarette trade. Amos believes he owes his life to Jeff so he makes inquiries that lead to a remote Lake Huron evangelical Church of the Inland Sea with the Feds telling him to stay out; a red flag that entices Walker to dig deeper as he believes the term Fed means liar.

In his eighteenth appearance, Walker continues to be one of the best private investigator tales of the past decade. His latest case involves the post 9/11 world of the Feds who before the Patriot Act willingly stomped on rights and now he believes can do so legally. The story line is terrific as Walker and readers wonder if the church, the jihadist counterfeiters or the Feds have abducted and buried Starzek so that no one else, including the NSA wiretapping, can find him. Once again Loren Estleman has written a straight forward fantastic mystery.

Harriet Klausner

The Author sure knows Detroit and he seems to have researched the Thumb of Michigan well also. Having been brought up in Detroit and now retired in the Thumb I watch closely and he never misses a lick. Amos Walker seems to be a Mickey Spilane type of character with a little more added, I have read a few of his other novels and always enjoyed them. I did like the twist of homeland security in this one. All in all a great novel.

And he aims right for the gut. If you are familiar with the Walker series, you know what I mean. If not, this series is not a procedural (like CSI on TV), nor psychological thriller. It's a fast story with a hard-boiled heart. Amos Walker, PI, matches wit and humor with everyone he comes across. Smart characters/devious motivations/muscle cars seem to be the backdrop of each of his stories. Why not? It's the backdrop of Detroit. I agree with the other reviewer that stated Walker is fresh, even as he ages. I only complain a little about the ending. Highly recommended.

I read Estleman's "The Executioner's Song" a few years back and continue to view it as a masterpiece. So I had high hopes when I picked up the "Nicotine Kiss" and settled in for an evening's read.

Sorry. Estleman is an obvious master of the noir style. In fact, almost too much so. It's as if Raymond Chandler and his generation are being parodied, so strong is Estleman's reliance on the wisecracking, dour style of the 1940s. It doesn't really work. It's too much, even if beautifully written. After a few chapters, the smart-alecky style becomes irritating, much like a seatmate on an airplane flight who just won't shut up.

The plot didn't do much for me. Amos Walker, down at the heels private detective runs into an old acquaintance (real men don't have friends) who saves his life minutes later. Flash forward a few months. Walker is healing from the gunshot wounds of that night when, lo and behold, a man appears in his office saying he is the brother-in-law of the acquaintance who saved Walker's life. Now, of course, it's the acquaintance's life that needs saving.

Thus begins what is ultimately a silly detective story. Cross. Double-cross. The McGuffin of a corrupt cop, oh my. Estleman writes wonderfully well, but this story is a turkey, pure and simple.

Far from the worst book I've ever read, but not one that I can recommend to others.

Jerry