'The story, about greed and murder and redemption, contains some of Burke's most brilliantly realised characters ...a compelling and moving narrative, punctuated by his devastating descriptions of the ravaged city' Sunday Telegraph New Orleans is awash with corpses after Hurricane Katrina unleashes its awesome power.
In a city patrolled only by looters, all law and order gone, the survivors wait in trees or on rooftops for help that never comes.
In a landscape transformed into a violent wasteland, Dave Robicheaux must investigate the shooting of two looters and find out why some very dangerous people are hunting a third.
Is it because they unwittingly ransacked the house of a notorious mob boss? Or did a chance encounter with the father of a raped girl seal their fate?
As Robicheaux starts to uncover a ruthless tale of greed, torture and murder, his own family comes under threat from a sinister psychopath, and the devastated city provides the perfect stage for a final confrontation between good and evil.
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 464 pages
- Publisher: Orion Publishing Co
- Publication Date: 26/06/2008
- Category: Crime & mystery
- ISBN: 9780753823163
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Review by presto
Set in and around New Orleans during and following destructive hurricane Katrina, the Tin Roof Blowdown is a complex piece of crime fiction. Graphic descriptions of the terror and destruction wrought by Katrina, and frequent reminders of the ineptitude of the authorities in handling the tragedy, form the backdrop as the drama unfolds. Drama involving the disappearance of a young priest, the murder of a young black rapist and an innocent black teenager with the father of the rapist's victim being accused, and somehow the involvement of organised crime.With the NOPD overwhelmed, Detective Dave Robicheaux is called in to investigate. As he works in the company of his old friend and ex-cop Clete Purcel, Robicheaux finds his own family comes under attack form a deranged .Soaked in atmosphere and full of detailed description, and not fearing to make political comment, this is a thoroughly involving story. Part narrated by Robicheaux, and part related in the third person, a devise which while providing the full picture of events also provides a personal view on matters, we get a clear picture of the intricacies of the plot; and such is the skill of the writer that we not only see inside Robicheaux's mind, but we can actually hear his voice when he speaks.
Review by bsquaredinoz
Set in the aftermath of 2005’s Hurricanes Katrina and Rita which devastated New Orleans and highlighted the many years of neglect which preceded the storms, <i>The Tin Roof Blowdown</i> is a big story. Burke’s hero, detective Dave Robicheaux, tries to track down who shot two people, one of whom was killed and the other paralysed, in the days of anarchy following Katrina. The people who were shot may have been responsible for the rape of a teenage girl some months earlier and were apparently looting the house of one of New Orleans’ most dangerous criminals on the night they were shot. There are loads more twists in the mix but to reveal any more would be spoiling things.<br/><br/>I’ll admit it: I lost the plots, literally, on several occasions. Between the multiple story threads, the continual jumping between first and third person point of view and the seemingly endless string of connections between people bent on revenge or consumed with guilt I got lost. There are whole threads I never found the end of despite re-reading several long passages of the book. It was as if the storms and the neglect of the city and its people before and after them weren’t quite enough for Burke to rail against and he had to throw in Vietnam flashbacks, systemic corruption, an ugly sociopath, Al Qaeda (am I allowed an exclamation point after that?) and a half-dozen other sub plots for good measure. In a debut novel I can forgive the writer including every idea they’ve ever had but from a seasoned professional I expect something more (or less as the case may be).<br/><br/>To round out the confusion, the book required a more detailed knowledge of local geography than I can recall needing in 41 years of reading. I’ve visited New Orleans several times and spent a month touring through Louisiana only a couple of years before this book was set but I had to read with a map at my side just to make sense of some of the events. That’s not a normal thing for me to have to do even with books set in places that exist only in someone else’s imagination.<br/><br/>There’s a lot of Burke’s anger and heartache wrapped up in the fiction here and I found it tiresome. I’m not suggesting Burke’s fury isn’t genuine, I’m positive it is. I’m not saying it isn’t well-directed because I’m sure at least some of it is deserved. Neither am I saying it failed to move me: I cried more than once, at least at the beginning. All I am saying is that Burke’s version of the facts surrounding the storms and their aftermath were jammed into the narrative so often and so loudly that it felt at times like the story was an inconvenient interruption to a rant. Nothing I read here has changed my long held opinion: regardless of the worthiness of the message, fiction should entertain first and the political or social themes the author wants to explore should be part of the narrative not the written equivalent of Vegas-style neon signs flashing “insert empathy here”.<br/><br/>There were elements of the book I did enjoy. Burke’s writing, especially his dialogue, is at times beautiful. The kind of beautiful that make you read it out loud just to hear what the words sound like. And there are several interesting themes weaved expertly throughout the book. For example I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating the different ways a person’s past can influence their present as this story has unfolded. Having never read any books by this author before I also enjoyed meeting loyal, persistent Dave Robicheaux and his extended family. There are other parts of the book that I think I might have enjoyed more, such as the strange journey of Bertrand Melancon, if I hadn’t been quite so annoyed by being preached at so consistently.<br/><br/>Overall though, possibly due to over-hype syndrome (my copy proclaimed it’s ‘the novel Burke was born to write’ among other superlative statements), it was a somewhat disappointing read. It seemed to try a little too hard to do a bit too much and managed to push nearly all of the reading buttons that lead to me grinding my teeth and muttering under my breath. I can appreciate that the author wanted to tell a big story about something he felt very deeply but, for me anyway, it was a hard slog that didn’t have the reward I would have liked.