October 15, 2012
In Sanchez’s new eco-thriller, a serial killer in a skeleton outfit is offing locals who’ve inflicted harm on the island paradise of Key West, Fla. Somewhere offshore, self-proclaimed “eco shock jock” Noah tries to get people outraged about environmental abuses; on land, he wants to win back his wife. Meanwhile, Luz, a Cuban-American lesbian detective, struggles to get ahead of the killer while caring for her leukemia-afflicted daughter. As a second-generation cop, Luz knows the stories about her father slaying a similar killer, Bizango, years before. Could this be another Bizango, or even the original Bizango, alive and back in action? The killer’s identity remains mysterious to the end, which involves a secret lair in a Civil War–era fort. In Sanchez’s hands, Key West is a familiar place, with open-air bars and tourist traps, and his characters are a typically colorful bunch, including a dogfight promoter, a tough-as-nails female shrimper, and a cocky real estate developer. Sanchez has affection for the community, the action proceeds with cinematic economy, and the plot is tight. The excitement is somewhat undermined by instances of clunky dialogue and the too-familiar setting and cast, especially when compared to T.C. Boyle’s When the Killing’s Done. Agent: Esther Newberg, ICM.

November 1, 2012
A Southern gothic with a pro-environment veneer. In the dead of night, in the waters off Key West, a pirate radio broadcaster rants, encouraging callers to "Show me your rage." Cut to a house in town, where an early-rising woman fondles her lesbian partner before strapping on a loaded Glock. Cut to a corpse in the ocean, tied to a buoy, ears cut off, lips sewn together. Cut to a floating raft, bearing dead men, women and children. No one can accuse Sanchez (King Bongo, 2003, etc.) of being slow out of the gate in his sixth novel. The broadcaster, Noah Sax, is the novel's flawed hero. The rum-sodden disbarred lawyer styles himself an "eco-shock jock," railing against the destruction of the environment. The woman is Luz Zamora, a fifth-generation Cuban-American and a Key West detective. The bodies on the raft are Haitian refugees. And the mutilated corpse was a partner in a huge new resort development which will harm the environment. There will be five more murder victims, all of them doing really bad things to Mother Nature. So there's a serial killer on the loose, and through a microdigital recorder left in the mouth of the second victim, he identifies himself as Bizango, the Haitian voodoo avenger who punishes wrongdoers. This latest incarnation wears a full-body rubber suit painted with skeleton bones; his weapon is a steel spear. The bumbling police department briefly (and ludicrously) eyes the lone Haitian survivor, a terrified teenager, as the killer, before charging Noah (another blooper). Bizango outdoes himself by killing the captain of a cruise ship in his cabin and then invading the town's Halloween parade, spearing the last of the resort partners on his float. The environmental theme is the junior partner in a bad marriage, overwhelmed by the blood and guts. When the killer's identity is finally revealed, it will be the most improbable detail of all. Even as a spoof, which is how it reads, this lurid work is less than entertaining.

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January 1, 2013

Since Rabbit Boss (1973) Sanchez has written thought-provoking novels that toe the line between social commentary and old-fashioned storytelling. His newest continues the run. "Hey, dead-between-the-eyes fish zombies! Show me your rage." So speaks Truth Dog, "the only eco-shock jock broadcasting at sea," to his Key West audience as he floats beyond territorial waters to avoid arrest. Wake up and do something! Each year there are fewer leatherbacks; the key deer are dying off; the reefs are deteriorating; cancer is on the rise. What follows is an angry eco-novel presented as a roman policier of sorts. The shockjock misses his wife, a Cuban American cop chases after a killer while caring for a dying daughter, the killer dresses like a skeleton and leaves mutilated corpses behind: the dead men were all defilers of the environment. VERDICT The novel is a bit ragged, but in the end who cares? Sanchez's writing is vigorous, and he crafts gorgeous prose images of a landscape under assault. The occasionally overwritten passages are but a small flaw in an otherwise enjoyable book. Its topicality will add to Sanchez's already existing army of admirers.--David Keymer, Modesto, CA

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November 1, 2012
People say what's on their minds in this fever-dream ecothriller, from a radio pirate who rants about the environmental destruction of the Florida Keys to a shrimp-boat captain who brags, I'll net turtles . . . kill turtles with my bare hands if I want. But while everyone else argues, someone is making their points with a speargun, executing men and women for crimes against nature and attributing the deeds to a voodoo avenger called Bizango. At the forefront of the hunt are Luz, a relentless Key West police detective whose daughter is slowly dying from cancer, and Noah, the radio pirate, also an alcoholic, disbarred environmental lawyer whose marriage is failing. Sanchez (King Bongo, 2003) has an arresting voice and his own anger at the depredations of greedy developers and ignorant tourists infuses every page with a sense of near-apocalyptic doom. His characters' on-the-nose dialogue may not work for everyone, and the identity of the killer, when revealed, doesn't feel quite right, but that almost doesn't matter. The author's incandescent ragethink Carl Hiaasen channeling Edward Abbeymakes for fiery reading.(Reprinted with permission of Booklist, copyright 2012, American Library Association.)

"[This] power-packed thriller. . . . rises to the level of ferocious dramatic polemic against some of the worst crimes against nature--and, by extension, humanity."