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When Walter Mosley burst onto the literary scene in 1990 with his first Easy Rawlins mystery, Devil in a Blue Dress—a combustible mixture of Raymond Chandler and Richard Wright—he captured the attention of hundreds of thousands of readers (including future president Bill Clinton). Eleven books later, Easy Rawlins is one of the few private eyes in contemporary crime fiction who can be called iconic and immortal. In the incendiary and fast-paced Little Green, he returns from the brink of death to investigate the dark side of L.A.’s 1960s hippie haven, the Sunset Strip.
We last saw Easy in 2007’s Blonde Faith, fighting for his life after his car plunges over a cliff. True to form, the tough WWII veteran survives, and soon his murderous sidekick Mouse has him back cruising the mean streets of L.A., in all their psychedelic 1967 glory, to look for a young black man, Evander “Little Green” Noon, who disappeared during an acid trip. Fueled by an elixir called Gator’s Blood, brewed by the conjure woman Mama Jo, Easy experiences a physical, spiritual, and emotional resurrection, but peace and love soon give way to murder and mayhem. Written with Mosley’s signature grit and panache, this engrossing and atmospheric mystery is not only a trip back in time, it is also a tough-minded exploration of good and evil, and of the power of guilt and redemption. Once again, Easy asserts his reign over the City of (Fallen) Angels.
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WALTER MOSLEY is the author of more than forty books, including eleven previous Easy Rawlins mysteries, the first of which, Devil in a Blue Dress, was made into an acclaimed film starring Denzel Washington. Always Outnumbered was an HBO film starring Laurence Fishburne, adapted from Mosley’s first Socrates Fortlow novel. A native of Los Angeles and a graduate of Goddard College, he holds an MFA from CCNY and lives in Brooklyn, New York. He is the winner of numerous awards, including an O. Henry Award, a Grammy, and PEN America’s Lifetime Achievement Award.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
I came half-awake, dead and dreaming. My eyes were open but I couldn’t focus on anything because I was still falling, as if the nightmare had followed me from sleep into the waking world. I didn’t know where I was or where I’d come from. But the bed under me was turning and falling and I, I was sure, had perished. This sensation was so real, so palpable that I closed my eyes and moaned. The movement of the bed then took on a temporal quality; instead of falling I had become unmoored in time: traveling backward and then forward through a life that was mine and yet, at the same time, foreign to me.
I watched my mother dying in the bedroom of our shanty house in New Iberia, Louisiana. She was laid up in a feather bed, a big woman who was trying to catch her breath but couldn’t inhale right. It sounded like she was drowning. She was so pretty, I thought. I had once loved her but could no longer raise this feeling in my heart. I might have even smiled as she shuddered under the labor of simple breathing.
Then I tumbled into a boxcar peopled by brooding and silent black men. They stared at the boy and he saw from their point of view a scared eight-year-old orphan child looking for companionship in those angry, bloodshot eyes. I was no longer that kid but had become those men who couldn’t care about another defenseless child orphaned and destined, probably, to die. I saw myself and wondered, almost idly, if that young son would live to the end of the line.
I was surprised to see that he had made it to Fifth Ward, Houston, Texas. Stealing oranges, skulking in back-alley corners, asking everyone he met if they knew a name--Martin. “My grandfather,” he said. He’d learned to speak up and stand straight. He already carried scars that would follow him through life but he found his grandfather: a hard man who allowed him to sleep on the outside front porch at night.
Time picked up speed after that. In an instant the boy, Ezekiel, was a young man, a fool who signed up for the army, for the war. He passed through North Africa, then Italy and France. He fought men and killed them out of reflex and fear. He liberated a concentration camp, a killer opening the gates for the dead and the dying and those left with the image of death permanently imprinted on their souls.
I was dying, no, had died.
Returning to Houston, the man, no longer weak or afraid, found that most of his friends in that part of town were deceased. Renfro had been slaughtered by a jealous woman named Theresa who in turn died from alcohol poisoning. Martin killed a white man and then shot himself in the burning shack where the boy had slept on the porch. Minna Rogers, Delphine Montesque, Michael Michaels, Big Boy Sanders, and dozens of others, all died while the boy-turned-man had survived the greatest war in history.
There was a flood rising in the room that was swathed in darkness. My right ankle was shackled to the floor next to the bed, and the water was already up to my ears. I pulled against the chain but all that did was cause me pain. My ankle hurt like a motherfucker and the chain would not give. I tried to rise, hoping that I could float to the extent of the bond, that maybe I could keep my nose above water, but I knew somehow that my luck had run out, that Death had come in on me while I was distracted by the mountains of evil I had lived through. Just the fact that I could survive such terror made me guilty, and now he was coming up through the floorboards like he did for my mother.
Death. I had followed him through all the years of my life as he dropped bodies in my path as little reminders to me and others that the end of the road was no bed of roses, no kingdom come. It felt as if my whole life was an obstacle course, a slogging journey trying to catch up with Death, trying to get a good look at his face. . . .
And then, up ahead, on my journey through a past life that no longer belonged to me, I saw his back; the Reaper was right there in front of me, carelessly firing a pistol into the night. I could reach out and touch his shoulder. When I did this he grunted and turned and I realized that I knew this being, this deadly force that had dogged me from the earliest moments of my life.
He was well dressed for any occasion or epoch. Smiling with a gold tooth that had a diamond embedded in it, he was a colored man, not black but light-skinned and light-eyed. A brother who had littered the road I traveled with so many dead that even he had lost count.
His lips didn’t move but I recognized my name, my true name, not the one my dead father gave me. Raymond Alexander, known as Mouse to his victims and friends alike, smiled at me and I shivered in pleasure and fear.
“Ray,” I said, and his smile slowly diminished.
He stared at me and shook his head. I almost cried but then I remembered who I was and what I’d been through.
“No, man,” I said. “You can’t dismiss me like some schoolkid. You can’t turn your back on me after all these years.”
He smiled again, and even though I was dead I felt elation. This emotion was followed by the sense of falling again. There was a broad ocean rippling gently under a partial moon and the execution of a perfect accelerating arc of plummeting downward. A shackle was affixed painfully to my right ankle but, impossibly, Mouse was still standing there in front of me, his expression daring me to do something about the fix I was in.
“You expect me to fly, motherfucker?” I yelled.
Mouse laughed without sound and nodded at me.
“Easy, wake up.”
The command was feminine, a nuisance that somehow carried weight. The panorama of my hallucinatory journey called to me. I wanted to go off with Mouse, to follow the long line of dead black folks, soldiers, and Jews. I wanted to join the people I killed and the ones I couldn’t save. I wanted to shed my scarred and pain-riddled body. One more breath seemed like too much to bear.
“Easy, it’s time for you to wake up.”
I tried to open my eyes but I was a child again, a slave to sleep, needing just two more minutes of rest. But a hand shook my shoulder and little aches came awake through my upper torso and down my spine.
It was this pain that opened my eyes.
I could see after a fashion but my vision wasn’t proper yet. I couldn’t get a bead on the room I was in, but the beautiful Asian woman sitting beside me on the bed was clear and present as a Catholic priest preparing to give last rites.
Instead of incense there was a mild floral scent of perfume.
“Lynne?” I said. My voice was hoarse and congested, cracking hard enough that I thought my throat might bleed.
“I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up, Easy,” the Chinese bit-part TV actress claimed.
“I died,” I said.
She almost responded but then moved to a chair next to the head of my bed.
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Book Description Orion Publishing Co, United Kingdom, 2014. Paperback. Condition: New. Language: English . Brand New Book. We thought we d seen the last of Easy Rawlins at the end of BLONDE FAITH. But it takes more than an oncoming car to stop LA s finest PI.As Easy wakes from his coma, the last thing he needs is an investigation. But a friend s son is in trouble and old habits die hard. So Easy wades into the squats, clubs and LSD dens of Sunset Boulevard, trying to find the missing boy, Evander. What he discovers will take him on a journey into the dark underbelly of 1960s culture, where Evander s disappearance is only one piece of a far larger puzzle. LITTLE GREEN is Mosley s finest work since DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS - a brilliant novel showing a world-class author reunited with his most beloved protagonist. Seller Inventory # HUK9781780226057
Book Description Orion Publishing Co, United Kingdom, 2014. Paperback. Condition: New. Language: English. Brand new Book. We thought we'd seen the last of Easy Rawlins at the end of BLONDE FAITH. But it takes more than an oncoming car to stop LA's finest PI.As Easy wakes from his coma, the last thing he needs is an investigation. But a friend's son is in trouble and old habits die hard. So Easy wades into the squats, clubs and LSD dens of Sunset Boulevard, trying to find the missing boy, Evander. What he discovers will take him on a journey into the dark underbelly of 1960s culture, where Evander's disappearance is only one piece of a far larger puzzle. LITTLE GREEN is Mosley's finest work since DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS - a brilliant novel showing a world-class author reunited with his most beloved protagonist. Seller Inventory # HUK9781780226057
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Book Description Phoenix. Condition: New. EASY RAWLINS IS BACK. The iconic detective who leapt to fame in DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS returns. Series: Easy Rawlins. Num Pages: 320 pages. BIC Classification: FF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 197 x 152 x 20. Weight in Grams: 222. . 2014. Paperback. . . . . Books ship from the US and Ireland. Seller Inventory # V9781780226057
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Book Description 2014. Paperback. Condition: New. Paperback. We thought we'd seen the last of Easy Rawlins at the end of BLONDE FAITH. But it takes more than an oncoming car to stop LA's finest PI.As Easy wakes from his coma, the last thing he needs.Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. 320 pages. 0.234. Seller Inventory # 9781780226057
Book Description Phoenix, 2014. Condition: New. EASY RAWLINS IS BACK. The iconic detective who leapt to fame in DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS returns. Series: Easy Rawlins. Num Pages: 320 pages. BIC Classification: FF. Category: (G) General (US: Trade). Dimension: 197 x 152 x 20. Weight in Grams: 222. . 2014. Paperback. . . . . . Seller Inventory # V9781780226057
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