After finishing
The Poet, I've been going on a bit of an Elmore Leonard and James Lee Burke kick. Went through
Tishomingo Blues and a little bit of
Pronto, and I'm almost done with Burke's non-Robicheaux book
Cimmaron Rose. Like Connelly, I've read enough from these guys to know a little about their style.
Connelly: police procedurals, modern technology, Bosch fighting with his supervisor, nicknames for everyone, that "ripped from the headlines" feel. Lots of "he knew" and "meant that" stuff. ("
He knew that Eleanor would never eat bacon for breakfast. The presence bacon in the frying pan
meant that someone else was in the house!)
Leonard: Lots of dialogue from lots of characters of diverse racial backgrounds, a scheme that unravels, usually involving a betrayal of some sorts, some romance, some comedy, very spare but at the same time very dense.
Burke: Weather reports, descriptions of flora and fauna, poetic detail and colorful metaphor. Vibrant verbs, spot-on adjectives. Everybody talks tough, death is omnipresent, the treatment of minorities and women always a major theme.
I'm onto all of them, and yet, I still like them.
Even as I'm reading one of Burke's weather reports, it's awesome. Here's a direct quote from
Burning Angel: "I gazed out the window at the fine morning and the fronds on the palm trees lifting against the windswept sky." How can you not love that?