High Desert Barbecueby J.D. Tuccille
Living as a squatter on public land, Rollo has long waged a personal war against the Forest Service, so it's little surprise when rangers burn him out of his latest shack. But when Rollo is subsequently blamed for a disastrous wildfire, he seeks help from his close friend, Scott, an anarchically minded outdoors enthusiast, and Scott's girlfriend Lani, who dislikes… See more details below
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Living as a squatter on public land, Rollo has long waged a personal war against the Forest Service, so it's little surprise when rangers burn him out of his latest shack. But when Rollo is subsequently blamed for a disastrous wildfire, he seeks help from his close friend, Scott, an anarchically minded outdoors enthusiast, and Scott's girlfriend Lani, who dislikes Rollo but shares his distaste for authority. While investigating a suspicious new forest fire, the trio interrupts a bizarre but vicious gang of environmental terrorists. Chased through the canyon country of northern Arizona, Rollo, Scott and Lani must rely on their wit and skills to survive. Just steps behind, their pursuers compensate for incompetence and sexual eccentricity with fanaticism and official connections. Hanging in the balance is the fate of human habitation throughout the West -- or maybe just peace and quiet in downtown Flagstaff.
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Meet the Author
J.D. Tuccille's provocative and often witty columns have appeared in publications including The Arizona Republic and The Washington Times. An enthusiastic explorer of the American Southwest, he lives in rural northern Arizona with his wife, Wendy, a pediatrician, their son, Anthony, and their two dogs.
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The author obviously knows his way around Arizona's backcountry, and around a campfire. The book is funny; I'd compare it to works by the British writer Tom Sharpe, who specializes in dark, wild humor. And, importantly, the characters are likeable. You want them to prevail in the end against one of the more insane (and amusing) gang of villains I've come across in a novel. I definitely recommend "High Desert Barbecue."
Gonzo humor at its best
(Review from Jim Bovard) J.D. Tuccille‘s High Desert Barbecue is a zesty subversive romp through the woods and deserts of northern Arizona. How could anyone not like a feral mountain man in a running battle with the Forest Service? After inept Forest Service rangers ignite a huge fire when burning down the mountain man’s squatter shack, the feds demonize their victim as the arsonist. Their target flees to Falstaff, where he catches up with an unemployed editor and his girlfriend. They proceed to unravel a conspiracy by rangers and environmental extremists to set a vast conflagration as part of “an idealistic lark… to drive human habitation from the high desert pine forest in the name of all that was good and green.” But the mountain man and his two comrades unhinge the “Carthage Option.” A sporadic gun battle in the highlands of northern Arizona keeps readers engrossed. Tuccille has the right level of detail on firearms. When the mountain man unearths a vintage British World War Two Enfield rifle, his friend asks: “Does the museum curator know his exhibit is missing?” But the Enfield does yeoman service in rebuffing the feds and eco-terrorists. The book abounds in great descriptions, such as the environmental extremist Dr. Greenfield, the leader of the Center for Floral Supremacy, who had “a lined, bearded face haloed by a spray of graying hair” and “looked like a biblical prophet who’d been tracked, sedated, and stuffed into an off-the-rack Sears sport coat.” Thanks in part to YouTube backstopped by a Dutch porn site, High Desert Barbecue has a happy ending. The feds are sorta routed, except that they get higher budgets anyhow. It is hard not to like a book that warns readers in the preface to not “use this novel as a hiking guide.” One can easily understand why the author resettled in that part of the world. Ridge lines stocked with Ponderosa Pines sound far more pleasant than either the Capital Beltway or the New York subway. The novel sparkles with a spirit of resistance to oppressive authority that is rarely encountered on the East Coast.