I like a novel with a plot so twisty that you can't tell what's going to happen next. Holy cow, is this that book! I'd only read one Ross Thomas book before, and that was yeeeeears ago, when I was too young to fully appreciate his bemused and cynical take on everything. I had heard that this book, which takes its magnificent title from a quote in "Huckleberry Finn," was his magnum opus, so I thought i'd give it a try. I am glad I did.
The narrator is the improbably named Lucifer Dye, a spy for an obscure U.S. agency known only as "Section 2." Through a set of circumstances beyond his control, he's been arrested in an Asian country and tossed into a jail where his only amusement is killing the lice he finds on his body. Then his superiors pay a ransom to free him -- and promptly cut him loose, because they don't think he can work for them anymore.
At loose ends, and unable to apply for any straight jobs because he's unable to explain what he's been doing for the government for the past few years, Dye takes a bizarre job offer from an effeminate genius named Victor Orcutt. The job: Corrupt an already pretty shady small Southern town on the Gulf of Mexico. Orcutt's plan is that by making the city much worse, the disgusted voters will turn out the rascals in charge and put in a reform ticket (which is who hired Orcutt in the first place). Orcutt's team already includes two other employees: a beautiful ex-hooker named Carol Thackerty and an ex-police chief with one blue eye and one brown one who bears the oddly on-the-nose name of Homer Necessary (he's really necessary to the plot, I mean).
Before we really get to the corrupting of the town, though, Thomas keeps jumping us backward in time so Dye can tell how he got to this point in his life where doing this seems like a good idea. The result is three (or maybe even four) interlocking stories as we learn about how Dye has lost pretty much everyone and everything in his life that ever meant anything to him.
The story takes on an epic sweep, jumping from Montana to Asia and back to America again and then back to Asia. The most engrossing part concerns how Dye's mother died in childbirth and his father, an incompetent doctor who failed to save her, volunteers as a missionary in Asia. That's how they wound up in Singapore during its bombing by the Japanese in 1937. Thomas' description of what happens next is absolutely electrifying.
"I found myself lying there in the street, still clutching my father's left hand. There was the hand and the wrist and part of the forearm. And that was all. I couldn't find any more of him as I wandered among the dead, trying not to step into pools of blood or on pieces of flesh. Everybody seemed dead. I walked around, still holding my father's hand so that the end of his forearm dragged in the dirt and blood. It was quiet. Almost the only sound I could hear was my own voice, speaking Mandarin, asking a man without a head, "Have you seen the rest of my father?'"
The orphaned child is saved by a Russian woman who runs Singapore's fanciest cathouse, and so Dye spends his formative years there, tutored by her international cast of hookers to speak seven or eight languages and learning on his own how to roll the drunks and opium addicts for their cash. Not until an American newsman with the wonderful name of Gorman Smalldane shows up does anyone bother to teach him how to read and write, though.
Thomas takes us through Dye's whole history -- his internment by the Japanese after Pearl Harbor, his wartime service in Korea, his recruitment by Section 2, his marriage and its brutal, bloody end -- and all of it delivered in Dye's own tersely snarky voice, all of it pointing to a man who's become dead inside and who does the things he does only because the alternative may be suicide and he can't quite bring himself to do that either. And now we know why he's so annoyed about his most recent set of jailers swiping his watch -- it was his father's.
Thomas has a view of humanity that pretty well matches Mark Twain's own jaundiced view (read his "Letters from the Earth" to see what I mean). For instance, Orcutt is gleeful about manipulating not only the crooks who run the town of Swankerton (aka "Chancre Town") but also the clients who hired him, agreeing readily to expose a couple of them as corrupt as part of a ploy Dye dreams up. Necessary, we're told, started out as a Serpico-like do-gooder in his police department, then turned around and took advantage of all the possibilities of corruption that he'd exposed others for doing. Thackerty earned a Phi Beta Kappa key in college, but paid her tuition by turning tricks. And these are the GOOD guys. (Fair warning on language too -- this book was written in the late 1960s, so some characters, particularly Necessary, use a lot of racial slurs, which can be hard to get past as well.)
By the time I arrived at the main corrupt-a-city plot, I really wanted to see how it would all play out and what would happen to Dye. I gulped down the last third of the book in a big rush, amazed at the twists and turns and violence at the conclusion. That was probably for the best, because only after I finished did I realize that Thomas' propulsive writing carried me right by a couple of major logic flaws (which is why I don't give this book five stars, although that was my first inclination when I finished the last page). But it was still one heck of a ride, and I am now trying to figure out which of his other books I should tackle next. Although I sincerly doubt any of them can match this one.