
Every writer, every artist who visited New Orleans fell in love with it. The city might have been the Great Whore of Babylon, but few ever forgot or regretted her embrace.
What was its future?
I looked through my windshield and saw fallen trees everywhere, power and phone lines hanging from utility poles, dead traffic lights, gutted downtown buildings so badly damaged the owners had not bothered to cover the blown-out windows with plywood. The job ahead was Herculean and it was compounded by a level of corporate theft and governmental incompetence and cynicism that probably has no equal outside the Third World. I wasn’t sure New Orleans had a future.
I’ve read a few of Burke’s previous books but I had a hard time with The Tin Roof Blowdown. Some of the lyrical prose for which Burke is known is present, and the dialogue is often sharp, but I nearly gave up after the first thirty pages. It felt to me as if two books had been clunked together – one a political commentary on Katrina and its aftermath (particularly in the first 60 pages or so), the other the story outlined above. Rather than letting the story do the commentary (as with the Hans Falada book I reviewed a couple of weeks ago), Burke has whole paragraphs effectively setting out his views on the catastrophe and who was responsible for the mayhem that followed. It simply didn’t work for me. My sense is that Burke let his personal anger and frustration bubble over into the text at the story’s expense.
Added to that the story itself stretched reality to breaking point, with multiple sub-plots that conveniently overlap and opportune lapses in law enforcement procedure. I generally don’t mind that in thrillers, but this time out I just couldn’t buy into it. Robicheaux uses the law when it suits and takes it into his own hands the rest of the time, seemingly without any penalty. The fact that Robicheaux’s still alive at this stage given he’s regularly up to his neck in dramatic cases that always seem to involve violence directed at him and his family is a miracle. I’ve enjoyed the past books, but The Tin Roof Blowdown was, for me, a let down.

4 comments:
Great review (of course what I really mean by that is "your opinion is very similar to mine therefore it must be right and good").
It felt like the story was an interruption to Burke's angry rant. I also thought story grew increasingly nonsensical. I hadn't read anything of his before and I can't say this one inspired me to pick up another.
I haven't read this one although I have greatly enjoyed James Lee Burke's earlier books. The Tin Roof Blowdown sits on my TBR pile and after reading your review it might stay there awhile. It sounds similar to the post 9/11 book Blacklist by Sara Paretsky who was more interested in making a political statement than in telling a story.
I think I could have lived with the rant if the story had then saved it, but as Bernadette says it became increasingly nonsensical.
In my review I said I found it hard to work out what was fiction and what was "fictionalised" fact. I think US reception of this book got muddled up with a strange strain of patriotism.
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