Winslow funny

Since "La Griffe du Chien," his unsurpassable masterpiece of the Mexican cartels, Don Winslow has formed a prominent place alongside writers like Ellroy Lehane or atop the polar world. Its supercharged novels tarantinesques filled with violence and absolute grueling cool, fast strike, knock strong and lasting delight. Performance all the more fascinating when you know where Winslow comes. Indeed, before hitting the "Savages", "The Dawn Patrol" or "Winter of Frankie Machine", there were the adventures of Neal Carey, anti unlikely hero oafish working for an organization with obscure targeted, "Friends of the Family", halfway between underworld hidden and secret services for insiders. His children's books are becoming harder to find: I chanced to find "Drowning in the desert" in a bookstore lost in a Walloon bled. What does it give?

Undeniably, it has not the power of his following work. We find this style in appearance but nimble enough basically pulp, with very illustrative comparisons, winks to readers and a constant irony because Winslow is smart and knows that he must not take too seriously. In fact, to my surprise, "Drowning in the Desert" is funny. Very funny. So much that is frankly in the comedy. Neal Carey is responsible for protecting an old Jewish comic, witnessing a scam to insurance. The old man has a stubborn and crafty doting model, a machine gun valves typically in line with the stand up to the US (personally, I visualize Jerry Stiller, Ben's father). The other characters are not left out, between German swindler psychopath strong accent, his shabby man of awkward hand, a couple of lawyers or bumps into a luxury hen on the back: it's going in all directions, between good words, misunderstandings and grotesque accents and no time to get bored. It's still quite unsettling when you know the result of Winslow's career, as if Ellroy wrote an episode of "Seinfeld", but quite tasty. A little less than a very good thriller, a little more than a curiosity.