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Crossroad Blues (Nick Travers Series #1)

Crossroad Blues (Nick Travers Series #1)

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by Ace Atkins

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“In Atkins’ hands, the characters are as substantial as a down home breakfast of biscuits and ham with red-eye gravy.”—Entertainment Weekly

Crossroad Blues is a riot of Johnson lore, driven by the sort of stories generations of blues researchers would have sacrificed their children and parents to nail


“In Atkins’ hands, the characters are as substantial as a down home breakfast of biscuits and ham with red-eye gravy.”—Entertainment Weekly

Crossroad Blues is a riot of Johnson lore, driven by the sort of stories generations of blues researchers would have sacrificed their children and parents to nail down.”—Greil Marcus, Interview magazine

“One of the best crime writers at work today.”—Michael Connelly

This is the tenth anniversary edition, featuring bonus material from the author and a never-before-published Nick Travers story.

Sixty years after 1930s bluesman Robert Johnson—who, as legend has it, sold his soul to the devil at a Mississippi crossroads—was murdered after a gig at a Greenwood, Mississippi, juke joint, a college professor following rumors of nine unknown Johnson recordings goes missing in the Delta. Ex–New Orleans Saint-turned-Tulane University blues historian Nick Travers is sent to find him. Clues point to everyone from an eccentric albino named Cracker to a seventeen-year-old hitman who believes he is the second coming of Elvis Presley.

A modern, Southern reinvention of The Maltese Falcon, Crossroad Blues impressed noir fans with its nod to the masters Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett and intrigued blues lovers with its meticulous attention to detail. But most of all, with richly drawn characters, a tight plot, and snappy dialogue, Crossroad Blues is a timeless story told well.

A former Pulitzer Prize–nominated journalist, Ace Atkins is the best-selling author of seven novels, including Devil’s Garden (Putnam, April 2009).

Editorial Reviews

Nikki Amdur
. . .[T]he characters are as substantial as a breakfast of biscuits and ham with red-eye gravy.
Entertainment Weekly
Marilyn Stasio
. . .Atkins could use the tip on style that JoJo gives Nick on his harmonica playing [:] 'It wasn't about being fancy. . . .It was about bringing out the right emotion at the right time.'
New York Times Book Review
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The legendary blues guitarist Robert Johnson has been used for fictional purposes before (e.g., in Walter Mosley's RL's Dream), but Florida journalist Atkins takes full, fresh advantage of Johnson's life, music and strange death in his first mystery. Despite the weight of two overused genre staples (the New Orleans setting and an ex-sports star as hero), this lively debut sparks hope for an ongoing series. It wasn't an injury that turned Nick Travers, who played for the New Orleans Saints, into a part-time detective and full-time expert on the blues. "Nick had been thrown out of the NFL for kicking his coach's ass during a Monday Night Football game," the third-person narrator tell us. Now he teaches the occasional blues history class at Tulane, works on his biography of Guitar Slim and plays his harmonica at JoJo's Blues Bar--a place so deftly described that it should be real even if it isn't. When a Tulane colleague disappears on a quest for a hitherto unknown Johnson recording in the Mississippi Delta town of Greenwood, Travers goes to look for him--and walks into a murderous mess of colorful sociopaths. Among them are a deadly teenage Elvis lookalike and a slimy record producer who not only orchestrates violent crimes but, worse, dares to use the blues as a marketing ploy. This tale's a pleasure for both mystery and RL fans. (Oct.)
Library Journal
New Orleans blues historian Nick Travers delves into the 50-year-old Mississippi murder of celebrated blues musician Robert Johnson when a college professor investigating unknown Johnson recordings disappears. Atkins's promising debut mystery series combines blues history, a gutsy protagonist, and authentic Southern settings.
Marilyn Stasio
. . .Atkins could use the tip on style that JoJo gives Nick on his harmonica playing [:] 'It wasn't about being fancy. . . .It was about bringing out the right emotion at the right time.' -- The New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
Introducing ex-football star Nick Travers of New Orleans. Now a blues historian writing a bio of Guitar Slim, Nick spends his days and nights teaching blues history part-time at Tulane University, playing jazz harp at JoJo's Blues Bar at the edge of the French Quarter, and missing a recently departed girlfriend. Then comes a call from Randy Sexton, head of Tulane's Jazz and Blues Archives, asking for help. Michael Baker, professor of music history, has disappeared in the Greenwood area of the Mississippi Delta while tracking Robert Johnson, a jazz legend who vanished in the late 1930s. Nick heads for Greenwood and begins a long, violence-packed search, encountering characters like young, stupid Jesse Garon (a psychopathic killer who worships Elvis), Delta policeman Willie Brown, ruthless record producer and blues-club owner Pascal Cruz, his hit man Sweet Boy Floyd, and Cracker—an aged albino who holds the key to Johnson's death and to the priceless, never-heard recordings he left behind. On the plus side there's red-headed jazz guitarist Virginia Dare, but Nick is one tired dude by the time it's all over.

The plotting is endlessly confusing, and the narration heavily laden with raw language and raw sex. But the author's energy, talent, and deep love of music will leave many readers looking forward to Atkins's next outing.

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last night New Orleans, Louisiana

JoJo's Blues Bar stood on the south edge of the French Quarter in a row of old Creole buildings made of decaying red brick, stucco, and wood. Inside, smoke streamed from small islands of tables, drinks clicked, women giggled, and fans churned. Black-and-white photographs of long-dead greats hung above the mahogany bar -- images faded and warped from humidity and time.

Dr. Randy Sexton stared at the row of faces as his thick coffee mug vibrated with the swampy electric slide guitar. He tapped one hand to the music and held his coffee with the other. The bucktoothed waitress who had brought the coffee shook her head walking away. This wasn't a coffee place. This was a beer and whiskey joint.

Order a mixed drink or coffee and you felt like a leper.

JoJo's. Last of the old New Orleans blues joints, Randy thought. Used to be a lot of them in the forties and fifties when he was growing up -- but now JoJo's was it. The Vieux Carre now just endless rows of strip joints, discos, and false jazz. Unless you counted that big franchise blues place down the street. Randy didn't.

This bar was a New Orleans institution you couldn't replace with high-neon gloss. The blues sound better in a venue of imperfection. A cracked ceiling. Scuffed floor. Peeling white paint on the bricks. It all somehow adds to the acoustics of blues.

Randy was a jazz man himself. Studied jazz all his life. His passion. Now, as the head of the Jazz and Blues Archives at Tulane University, he was the curator of thousands of African-American recordings.

But blues was something he could never really understand. It was the poor cousin to jazz, though the unknowledgeable thought they were the same. Jazz was a fluted glass of champagne. Blues was a cold beer. Working-class music.

His friend and colleague Nick Travers knew blues. He could pick out the region like Henry Higgins could pick out an accent: Chicago, Austin, Memphis, or Mississippi.

Mississippi. The Delta. He sipped some more hot black coffee and watched the great Loretta Jackson doing her thing.

A big, beautiful woman, a cross somewhere between Etta James and KoKo Taylor. Randy had seen the show countless times. He knew every rehearsed movement and all the big black woman's jokes by heart. But he still loved seeing her work her strong voice could fill a Gothic cathedral.

Her husband, Joseph Jose Jackson, pulled a chair up to the table. A legend himself. There wasn't a blues musician alive who didn't know about JoJo. A highly polished, dignified black man in his sixties. Silver-white hair and mustache. Starched white dress shirt, tightly creased black trousers, and shined wing tips.

"Doc-tor!" JoJo extended his rough hand.

"Mr. Jackson. Good to see you, my friend, and" -- Randy nodded toward the stage -- "your wife....She still raises the hair on the back of my neck"

"She can kick a crowd in the nuts," JoJo said.

Loretta sweated and dotted her brow with a red lace handkerchief to some sexy lyrics and winked down at JoJo.

"Rock me baby,
rock me all night long.
Rock me baby,
like my back ain't got no bone."

They sat silent through the song. JoJo swayed to the music and smiled a wide, happy grin. A proud man in love. The next song was a slow ballad and Randy leaned forward on the wooden table, the smoke making his eyes water. JoJo cocked his ear toward him.

"I'm looking for Nick. Isn't he playing tonight?" Randy asked.

JoJo shook his head and frowned. "Nick? I don't know, he's been tryin' to get back in shape or some shit. Runnin' like a fool every mornin'. Acts like he's gonna go back and play for the Saints again. No sir, he ain't the same."

"He's not answering his phone or his door."

"When he don't want to be found," JoJo said, nodding his head for emphasis, "he ain't gonna be found."

"Could he be out of town? Maybe traveling with the band?"

"What?" JoJo asked, through the blare of the music.

"Traveling with the band!" Randy shouted.

"Naw. I ain't seen him. 'Cept the other day when we went and grabbed a snow cone. Started talkin' to some gap-toothed carriage driver 'bout him beatin' his horse. Nick said how'd he like to be cloppin-round wearin' a silly hat and listenin' to some fool talk all day. Skinny black fella started talkin' shit but he back down when he got a good look at Nick. I'm tellin' you man, Nick gettin' back in some kinda shape. Not much different than when he was playin'. You think he's considerin' it? Playin' ball again?"

"I doubt the Saints will take him back," Randy said, raising his eyebrows.

Nick had been thrown out of the NFL for kicking his coach's ass during a Monday Night Football game. He knocked the coach to the ground, emptied a Gatorade bucket on the man's head, and coolly walked into the tunnel as the crowd went crazy around him. Nick once told Randy he'd changed his clothes and taken a cab home before the game ended. He never returned to the Superdome or pro football again, and Randy never prodded him for the whole story.

A few months after the incident, Nick enrolled in the master's program at Tulane. Later, he earned a doctorate in Southern studies from the University of Mississippi before coming back to teach classes at Tulane.

"JoJo, tell him to call me if you guys talk."

"His band ain't playin' till...shit...Friday night," JoJo said. "What chu need Nick for?"

"Got a job for him."

"Yeah, put his sorry ass to work. Soon enough he'll be back to the same ol' same ol', drinkin' and smokin'."

At the foot of the bar, an old man watched the two talking. A cigar hung from his mouth as he brushed ashes from his corduroy jacket lined with scarlike patches. His gray eyes darted from JoJo to Randy, then back down to the drink in front of him.

"If you talk to him, tell him to call me," Randy said, getting up to leave and offering JoJo his hand. He knew JoJo would find Nick; he was the man's best friend.

Randy took another sip of coffee and stood watching Loretta. She had a drunk tourist on stage and was getting him to hold her big satin-covered hips as she sang the nasty blues. The old man at the bar watched her too, his face flat and expressionless. His black, parched skin the same texture as the worn photographs on the wall.

Randy and the man's eyes met, then the old man looked away

"One of our colleagues left for the Delta a few weeks ago," Randy said. "He's disappeared." "Yeah, I think a great deal of him. He's a good guy."

CROSSROAD BLUES. Copyright (c) 1998 by Ace Atkins. Published by St. Martin's Press, Inc. New York, NY

What People are Saying About This

B.B. King
Crossroad Blues is like a classic song--the right feeling, the right note, at the right time. -- B.B. King, Blues Legend and author of Blues All Around Me
Francis Davis
Ace Atkins skillfully interweaves two mysteries: the case that sends Nick Travers to the Delta and the inexplicable staying power of a music made long ago by men already forgotten in their own day. -- Author of The History of Blues and Bebop and Nothingness
Tim Green
Nick Travers is the best mystery character I've ever met. He's tough, he's cool, and he's funny as hell. When you finish this book, I guarantee you'll be like me: you'll want more. Ace Atkins' writing is so palpable that the big boys of mystery like Leonard, Burke, Ellroy, and Hall are going to have to make some room at the top. -- Author of The Dark Side of the Game and The Red Zone
W.L. Ripley
Ace Atkins takes us to the dark side of the American moon in Crossroad Blues, a novel set in the dusky midnight world of street freaks, hustlers, roadhouses, and the bubbling cauldron of southern-fried intrigue. You'll love Jesse Garon, a nasty little Elvis clone who'll leave you 'all shook up' before the end of the book." --W.L. Ripley, author of Storm Front and Electric Country Roulette
James W. Hall
Ace Atkins comes roaring out of the starting blocks with a fast, funny, suspenseful first novel that has it all--wild characters, wonderful locale, great writing, and a tough and revealing look at the legacy of one of the great blues musicians of all time. On every page of this fine novel is another gem--an unforgettable character, a dandy passage of dialogue, another startling plot twist. If you're smart, you'll buy three copies of this book--one to read, one for a friend, and one to store away in a plastic bag. Ace Atkins is a writer with a brilliant future." -- Author of Under Cover of Daylight, Red Sky, and Body Language
Robert B. Parker
Crossroad Blues sings. It proves that big guys can write, and that Ace Atkins can write better than most. --Author of Sudden Mischief and Small Vices

Meet the Author

Ace Atkins is the author of seven novels, including his latest, Devil's Garden (April 2009, Putnam). A former journalist who cut his teeth as a crime reporter in the newsroom of The Tampa Tribune, he published his first novel, Crossroad Blues, at 27 and became a full-time novelist at 30.

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VictoriaAllman More than 1 year ago
Crossroad Blues is the story of Nick Travers, an ex-New Orleans Saints player turned blues historian and his search for the lost recordings of Robert Johnson. This fast-paced mystery is a throwback to another era; not only 1938 and the murder of Robert Johnson after he sold his soul to the devil to be able to play the blues, but to an era of hard-boiled mysteries and dialogue that cracks like a whip. Ace Atkins has captured a real sense of place with Crossroad Blues. It is set in both New Orleans and the Mississippi Delta and each page is flavored with both of these unique and intriguing places. Every chapter reads like a well-researched travelogue through the Delta, blues music, and the gritty vibrations of the French Quarter. The references to blues history are flawless and the feel of the South sizzles throughout the story. Within a few pages, I knew I'd found my favorite new author and can't wait to read more of Nick Travers and Ace Atkins. If you are a lover of noir mysteries and southern literature you will LOVE Crossroad Blues. Victoria Allman author of: SEAsoned: A Chef's Journey with Her Captain
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well written-wonderful imagery-good, well developed characters. I swear I could feel the New Orleans and delta humidity while I was reading this.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nick Travers is a great character! An awesome character like Nick, a good mystery plot, and the blues...what more could you want how about some decent editing. It really distracts the reader from the story when the editing is this bad. Missing words I understand but missing sentences just sucks.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I picked this novel up at a garage sale for 25 cents and have been hooked ever since. Highly recommend his books for pleasure reading and plain old entertainment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago