The trailer promoting the book calls it an 'ultra noir' murder mystery. Thanks to Google, I found out that I had already read an ultra noir novel (Girl with the Dragon Tattoo) without knowing what the genre means. Compared with the Swedish mystery, 'The Long Drunk' feels a lot more 'noir', especially with the choice of its many homeless characters and the no-holds-barred, irreverent commentary on life in Venice Beach, California.
The novel is about James Murphy, a homeless guy in Venice, who suffers the misfortune of his beloved dog Betty being run over by an SUV and being badly maimed. Murphy takes the dog to Dr.Walters who tells him the still further bad news that Betty also suffers from acute Lymphoma and needs chemotherapy which would all end up costing Murphy some 15000 dollars. Murphy's love for his dog sets him on a course to find $15000 in one week. The rest of the story takes us through Murphy's attempts to get the $25000 prize money for solving the murder of a wannabe actor named Alan Tanner. Even though the story in part 1 ends rather sadly, since the author has billed this book as the first of his trilogy on the 'homeless detective', there is going be more to it than this.
The thing that appealed to me most in the book is the window it gave me on the life of the homeless in Venice. Not ever having been to LA to visit and never having had an opportunity to interact with the homeless in the US, I found the graphic descriptions of their lives, their street language and their drunken pre-occupations quite humorous, poignant and insightful. Coyote writes about them with much compassion and humor and is unsparing about the disparities of life in Venice between its genteel-half and that of the homeless. You laugh out loud as you read about the homeless finding discarded Hollywood screenplays in the garbage where they forage for food. There is a liberal sprinkling of vomit, urine, feces, blood as well as wine, vodka, yoga, art and sex in the book. I suppose that is what makes it noir.
The murder mystery part of the book failed to grab my attention that much. Murphy tries to set out on the case a la Raymond Chandler, but the various clues and his attempts at detective work fell short of grabbing my deep interest. I wish the author had put in more work on this aspect of the novel. Also, during these forays, the homeless Murphy ends up seamlessly blending with the genteel side of Venice - in art galleries, with yoga-teaching blondes and wannabe actors in Hollywood. He even ends up having sex with Jocelyn, a lovely actress in training, as well as from the sexy yoga instructor. Though the narration of all this is graphic and entertaining and direct, it stretched my credibility and made me feel that the good work done by the author in portraying 'Venice as it is' has been compromised somewhat.
The book is an easy and entertaining read and I am glad to have read a book in this genre. However, it does not do enough to make you that much intrigued to look forward to finding out what happens to James Murphy in the rest of the trilogy.