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PI Cecil Younger works out of Sitka, Alaska, a place of stark beauty and unpredictable danger, where a man paid to look for the truth can just as easily disappear and even the angels will not care.

Cecil Younger never thought it would come to this--providing surveillance for a chicken coop being raided by a fowl thief. But things have not exactly been breaking right lately for the Alaskan PI. The logical thing to do? Take a vacation cruise.

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Overview

PI Cecil Younger works out of Sitka, Alaska, a place of stark beauty and unpredictable danger, where a man paid to look for the truth can just as easily disappear and even the angels will not care.

Cecil Younger never thought it would come to this--providing surveillance for a chicken coop being raided by a fowl thief. But things have not exactly been breaking right lately for the Alaskan PI. The logical thing to do? Take a vacation cruise.

Well, it's not exactly a vacation. Younger has been paid to investigate a suspicious ship's doctor aboard a luxurious first-class cruise ship. Now Younger finds himself trapped on a ship of fools with a murderer who is leaving a trail of well-to-do passengers in his wake...and leaving evidence pointing an accusing finger at Cecil! By the time the S.S. Westward makes landfall up the Alaskan coast, Younger will be wishing he was back guarding chickens...instead of sleeping with the fishes.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Straley's done the impossible: he's reinvented the private eye novel."
--The Denver Post

"One of the most entertaining detectives since James Lee Burke's Dave Robicheaux."
--The Sunday Advocate, Baton Rouge

"Straley's definitely up there with the great ones."
--Chicago Tribune

"Now and then a writer dares to flout the rules and in so doing, carves out a niche that belongs to him alone. John Straley's novels are like no others."
--San Diego Tribune

"Like James Lee Burke, Straley transcends the genre....marvelous."
--The Tampa Tribune and Times

"Straley writes mysteries appreciated for their magical prose as well as their intriguing plots."
--Rocky Mountain News

Don't miss John Straley's other Cecil Younger novels:

The Curious Eat Themselves

The Music of What Happens

Death and the Language of Happiness

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Cecil Younger, the Sitka, Alaska, PI who last appeared in Death and the Language of Happiness (1997), is one of the poorer, but often more interesting, investigators in contemporary crime fiction: his current job is trying to catch a chicken thief. It looks as though Cecil might finally catch a break, however, when he's hired to conduct a modest investigation aboard a cruise ship and even gets to take along his long-suffering girlfriend, Jane Marie, as well as his entertaining roommate, Toddy. But the SS Westward is hardly the Love Boat with its motley international crew and its bizarre complement of passengers from the L'Inconnue De La Seine Travel Club. And its two-week cruises have an awfully high mortality rate, which is why the cruise company has asked Cecil discreetly to investigate the ship's doctor. Discretion is not one of Cecil's strong points. Nor, for that matter, is detection. Against the backdrop of onboard games, dances, songfests and whale-spotting, a surrealistic dance of death and mutilation is also taking place. Worse, Cecil finds himself auditioning for the role of victim or scapegoat rather than that of hero. Quirky and quixotic, Straley's hero is a perfect fit for the spectacular landscape he inhabits. (Aug.)
Library Journal
The author of Death and the Language of Happiness (LJ 4/1/97) adds an exciting adventure to his Alaskan series. Private eye Cecil Younger finds trouble aboard a luxury cruise ship, where the doctor may be killing wealthy passengers. Solid.
Murrin
The action is realistic, and Younger's sensibility makes these novels a joy to read.
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Kirkus Reviews
Cecil Younger is depressed. But then Cecil'by his own assessment least successful p.i. in Sitka, Alaska'is chronically depressed. He moans, he pouts, his natural state is unrelieved weltschmerz (Death and the Language of Unhappiness, 1997, etc.). As his fifth outing gets underway, however, Cecil's melancholy has a legitimate basis for once. Inadvertently, he triggered the suicide of a friend'an act well-meant but misguided'and he can't forgive himself. Much of Sitka is equally unforgiving. Unemployed, unloved'even his girlfriend Ann Marie seems distant'Cecil spends his time what he does best: moping. So when he's offered a gig on the good ship S.S. Westward, Ann Marie stirs him into action. But, in truth, the Westward is not such a good ship if untimely deaths are any measure. Cruises are its business, but this ship's cruises are of a most unconventional kind, inasmuch as so many of her passengers book one way. It's a ship full of mysteries, Cecil discovers. And full of murder suspects, including for a brief, dismaying period, the detective himself. Working up a sympathy for sorrowful Cecil isn't always easy. But he can be charming, wryly funny, even insightful. Straley writes extremely well'a talent that enlivens his Alaskan background. A bit of backbone stiffening might do the same for his hero.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553580648
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/28/2000
  • Series: Cecil Younger Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 6.75 (w) x 4.25 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

John Straley lives in Sitka, Alaska, with his young son and wife, a marine biologist who studies whales. He is the Shamus Award-winning author of The Woman Who Married a Bear, The Curious Eat Themselves, The Music of What Happens, and Death and the Language of Happiness.
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Sitka, Alaska--Summer

It was coming down to the last months of the twentieth century and I couldn't wait for the parties to end, particularly since it didn't seem I had been invited to any of them.

It had been two months since the shooting and I still hadn't shaken off my bad mood. Whether I was to blame or not had never really been decided but when I saw my friends downtown in the bookstore or in the coffee shop they would pat the outside of their pockets, then look at their watches and mumble excuses as quickly as they could.

This is only partially to explain why I was crouched in a wet salmonberry bush watching a chicken coop through my foggy binoculars. My feet were wet and my legs were cramping. The rain dribbled down on me like warm beer. I had thought of giving private investigations up before but never with as much seriousness as this.

It was the middle of August and we had had now only three sunny days all summer long. Those days had been emeralds of sparkling green water and blue sky. Gray rock, white snow and the lush blanket of trees running down the steep sided mountains to the tidelands. Those sunny days were actually cruel, because the rest of the summer had been so wet: warm and mild, no dramatic storms, only low clouds closing off the mountains and pebbling the surface of the shallow puddles with rain.

It had been on one of the only clear emerald days that Grant McGowan had taken a gun and held it to his fiancée's head out on the back deck of his derelict boat moored in Thomsen Harbor. He told the first policeman on scene that he wanted to talk to me.

Grant had been a mill worker before the pulp mill closed down. He had made a decent living working as a shill for the company's public relations crew after the shutdown. They would trot him out at hearings or in set-up articles about the impact of the mill's closeout on the community. Grant made a good unemployed blue-collar victim for the congressional committees that were convened to bail out the timber business. Grant was smart and hard-working and he was living in appalling conditions on a forty-foot wooden boat that was sinking, very slowly.

But the truth was Grant never lived any better when he was working. He had always been a drinker and a fuck-up. That was how we had become close.

Grant had a florid imagination that embellished every story with a kind of heartfelt drama. He wanted his tales to be more than barroom talk, more than the drama that fills every heavy-metal rant and cowboy ballad. Grant wanted to be bigger than life, in real life, and as a result he lied about almost everything. It was the world, he claimed, that had kept him from realizing his true potential, the demands of making a shitty living that kept him from following his true nature. And this true nature changed with almost every sitting at the bar.

Once he had grabbed me by the elbow at the bar and blared into my ear: "Canada, Younger! They've got working-class poets in Canada!"

"No shit?" I said and kept looking at my wobbly reflection in the bar mirror. "Hell of a health care plan too," I added.

"Younger . . ." He wheeled around, stepping on the foot of a bald-headed cannery worker with five earrings in one ear. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. "Younger. God dammit, there's no reason I can't be a poet of the working class too." The person with the earrings limped toward the bathrooms. I strained my neck around to check out which room this creature was headed for.

"Other than the fact that you're no longer a worker," I offered.

We laughed and Grant bought a round and we toasted to working poets of Canada.

The police had given me a radio hidden in a flack vest that I wore over an extra-large black raincoat. So as I walked down the dock to where Grant was holding his fiancée at gunpoint I looked like a badly dressed umpire who was hearing voices.

Grant had his arm around Vicky loosely. I would have mistaken it for a casual embrace, until I saw the Ruger Blackhawk .44 with rust blotching the blueing. Grant had to cock his elbow out at an odd angle to get the long barrel to rest on her ear. Vicky's head was shaking. Her mouse-brown hair hung limply to her shoulders. She had a cigarette in her right hand but I never saw her take a draw on it. The ash fell on the painted deck.

The police had briefed me. They would listen on the radio. They just wanted me to talk. Keep him busy. Don't argue. Don't make deals or negotiate. Try and emotionally free up the situation; avoid hard choices. They were getting their people in place. Standing in front of Grant and Vicky I felt stupid in the clothes and the vest. I started to take the flack jacket off and Grant became tense.

"What is this shit?" I asked him. "You want to be in Newsweek or something? This is crazy."

"I know you've got a gun in there, man." Grant tightened his grip on his own pistol and stood up straighter. Vicky grimaced, her breath escaped in short whining bursts. She dropped her cigarette.

"Oh for Christ sakes, Grant!" I said and slipped back into the vest. "Like I'm going to come down here to kill you? What do I need a fucking gun for?"

"She says she's leaving me, Younger."

Vicky shook her head and shoulders but did not speak. "Well, I can't see why. I mean, you're such great company, Grant."  I smiled and tried to step over the gunwale of the boat. Behind me more police cars were rolling up into the parking lot of the Forest Service building. It was about a seventy-five-yard shot. Doable, I thought, but not preferable.

"Let's get out of here, man," I said, and my voice cracked. "This is more trouble than either of us need. Especially on such a beautiful day. I'll tell them it was a gag. Vicky, I'm sure, will back me up on this. Come on, man--we can work this out and I bet we can watch baseball on TV. What do ya say?"

The radio in the vest squawked. I fished for it and Grant pulled the hammer back on the Blackhawk. Behind me I heard police car doors slam. I heard footsteps on the gravel.

"I'm a fuck-up, Cecil," Grant said and he was crying. "I'm not fooling anyone. Vicky's all that matters."

"Oh you're not a fuck-up," I said. "If you are, what does that make me? I've been right there with you and I'm not about to kill anybody."

"Oh, you got everything, man. You got a rich family. You got a sister and a girlfriend with a good business. I ain't got shit. All I got is Vicky." Grant was crying hard now. Snot rolled down his lip into the stubble of his three-day beard.

"Then kill yourself, asshole, and let Vicky go!"

He took a deep breath and the muscles on his arm relaxed. He smiled at me sweetly and, as I think back on it now, with some pity, then lifted the gun to his temple and fired.

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  • Posted October 18, 2014

    Subtle.  Straley, you're frickin' subtle.  You caught my attenti

    Subtle.  Straley, you're frickin' subtle.  You caught my attention without my even realizing it, sucked me in, then wouldn't let me go until the last page.

    Given the number of people who see the state of Alaska from the deck of a cruise ship, it is a setting that is rarely examined by the state's authors.  In the hands of a talent like John Straley, it allows us to meet a cross-section of people AND address a few aspects of today's society – the author takes us to the impact of those masses of tourists making day-trips to the small towns on the Inside Passage to the morality of assisted suicide.

    This is the 5th of 6 novels featuring investigator Cecil Younger.  It's a shame that my next book in the series will be my last.

    RATING: 5 stars.

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