Cold Storage Alaska
by John Straley (Soho Press, 2013, 304 pgs, $26.95) represents that
rare and delightful literary piece, the comic detective thriller. Set
in the tiny former fishing village of Cold Storage, long since
abandoned by the cannery that once provided its definition, Cold
Storage clings to the side of a cliff, built on pilings and navigated
on a decaying boardwalk. It is populated by a cast of quirky, sad,
funny, and deperate characters searching meaning in their lives or to
merely hang on. Author John Straley imbues these people with warmth,
character (of a sort), and, ultimately, a meaningfulness that makes
this novel a delicious read as it entertains and requires
re-examination of some ideas and prejudices.
Miles McCahon
serves as the local EMT in a town much too small to contain either
its own doctor or a professional clinic. From there he repairs minor
injuries, provides dosages of safe and easy drugs, despatches people
needing more serious medical care to neaby Sitka via helicopter, and
through his mild and caring ministry serves as an amateur mental
health worker, too. Miles is himself a pretty damaged person, a
former Navy Seal returned from Afghanistan and seeking peace and
tranquility in his home town. The novel open with Miles older brother
Clive's release from prison in Washington State after serving a drug
term and keeping his mouth shut. He retrieves his ill gotten gains,
acquires a badly damaged guard dog as his companion, and heads for
home seeking his own peace. The book is filled with a cast of quirky
characters, life's dead enders, interacting in this wet, chilly
southeastern Alaska environment where fishing is the only source of
income, and drinking the sole source of entertainment. Jake
Shoemaker, a violent drug lord and wannabe film maker, arrives
seeking revenge over Clive. Lester Frank, a Tlingit Indian artist
writing a never seen book studying white people, a rock band fired
from a cruise ship, and Bonnie, a lovely young woman who jumps from
the cruise ship to rescue a young man set on a voyage of discovery in
his kayak, and many more lost, lonesome, funny, and somewhat sad
characters all seeking connections to others. Then Trooper Brown
arrives set on sending Clive back to jail and exacting the blind and
uncaring justice of the state.
Straley
comments in a thoughtful author's note that writing comedy reminds
him that “that all chaos does not resolve in tragedy, but sometimes
chaos produces delightful coincidence....” He continues, “I have
long recognized that I am an oddball in the crime writing world in
that I do not recognize revenge as the lifeblood of a great plot....I
still believe that love and compassion are what movethrough the
hearts of all great characters.” In Cold Storage Alaska
Straley succeeds in demonstrating these principles while weaving an
intriguing plot in which essentially nice people revolve warily
around each other, each seeking to protect themselves and thus often
missing opportunities. Straley manages to capture the wetness and
dank chill of coastal Alaska, both its challenges and its beauties in
lush, but not too extensive descriptions. The characters are viewed
with sufficient distance to allow them their privacy while endearing
them to the reader. While this book was, by accident, the second in
a proposed series, I'm eager to read the successor novel, TheBig Both Ways, which got itself
published first.
John Straley
Novelist John Straley has worked as a secretary, horseshoer,
wilderness guide, trail crew foreman, millworker, machinist and
private investigator. He moved to Sitka, Alaska in 1977 and has no
plans of leaving. John's wife, Jan Straley, is a marine biologist
well-known for her extensive studies of humpback whales.
Cold Storage Alaska
by John Straley (Soho Press, 2013, 304 pgs, $26.95) isa wonderful
change-of-pace novel for readers of crime fiction, sort of a pallate
cleanser for those suffused in blood and gore. The characters reveal
theselves as Straley takes readers on a liesurely, gently humorous
stroll through territory they might not be familiar with. It's a
pleasant and satisfying ramble. The book was supplied to me by the
publisher through Edelweiss. I read it on my Kindle.
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