From Publishers Weekly
Nick Ray, the divorced, alcoholic narrator of screenwriter/rocker Roberge's zany, intermittently amusing suspense novel, works the night-shift at the historic Lincoln Hotel, a sewage-challenged Long Beach, California, commercial property that survived the 1933 earthquake. "No one with anyone they could count on ended up here," Nick explains, "there were no mom or dads knocking on the doors of the Lincoln." Aching to get out of the place, Nick is thrilled when he buys a fossilized computer and discovers that it's loaded with the current locations of whistle-blowers who were hidden by the government's witness-protection program-priceless information to thugs looking for revenge and a payoff for Nick to start a new life with his kinky, bisexual lover Tara. With the help of a flashy, gold-toothed Russian criminal and a lawyer-turned-recovering junkie, Nick test-blackmails relocated Frank Carr with surprising success. But greed soon intervenes and the troika gets in over their heads with dangerous felon and Titanic fanatic Harry Fudge, an aging crook Cole's firm once rescued from a hefty jail sentence. Though the narrative eventually downshifts into an easy, uninspired resolution, this drug-hazed Christmastime romp will please many readers with its dark humor and quick plot twists.
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From Booklist
Ever wonder what dark schemes and dreams occupy the dead time of overnight desk jockeys at fleabag hotels? Alcoholic sad sack Nick Ray can provide some insights. He's sleepwalking through life at a flop in Long Beach, drinking rocket fuel with his junkie friends, and pretending to be a few moves away from finding love and happiness. Fat chance. As he says at the outset of this atmospheric shaggy-dog story, "Nick Ray will let you down." But he'll do it in an entertaining fashion. When he's not fulfilling his lesbian girlfriend's freaky sexual fantasies, Nick is buying up government-surplus computers full of names from the federal-witness relocation program. He figures selling the info back to the witnesses will be plenty lucrative. But a Russian gangster acquaintance and Nick's addict-attorney friend (who, naturally, is undergoing maggot therapy for an arm infection) want to sell to the bad guys instead. Much chaos could ensue, but it mostly doesn't. Like a Kevin Smith film, this novel's seedy charms come simply from spying on colorful losers figuring out new ways to lose.
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