Latest Update 13 January 2007 by Bob Ames
| Hardcover Edition | |||||
| Published by: | G.P. Putnam's Sons | ||||
| Publication Date: | 1995 | ||||
| ISBN: | 0-399-14020-4 | ||||
| Paperback Edition | |||||
| Published by:: | Berkley | ||||
| ISBN | 0-425-15290-1 | ||||
| Large Print Edition | |||||
| Published by | Wheeler Pub. | ||||
| ISBN | 1-568-95212-0 | ||||
| Audio Editions | |||||
| Published by: | Dove Audio | www.Audible.com | |||
| Read By: | David Dukes | David Dukes | |||
| Length | 4 cassettes, 300 min. | .audio file, 6 hr. | |||
Taken from the book jacket of the hardcover edition.
A beautiful woman vanishes, leaving Spenser to probe the mysteries of her checkered past, in a masterful work of detection that leads him on a trail of obsession and violence.
Taut, wily, and witty, Robert B. Parker's Spenser thrillers are considered private-eye classics in the grand American tradition. Now, with Thin Air, he gives us a tale as haunting as a Coltrane solo, packing the wallop of a knockout punch.
When a Boston police detective's adored young bride, Lisa St. Claire, disappears without a trace, he enlists Spenser's help in tracking her down. Sleuthing from a New England college campus to the slick sports clubs of L.A., Spenser discovers all about Lisa--including her past history of prostitution, substance abuse, and self-destructive love affairs--and suspects she is being held prisoner by her sociopathic latino ex-lover in his crumbling tenement fortress deep within the barrio of a burned-out Massachusetts mill town.
Accompanied by a Chicano shooter with an ironclad attitude and an unflinching sense of honor, Spenser sets in motion a complex plan to rescue Lisa. As he wheels and deals with boozy, broken cops and messianic local warlords, he is forced to face some brutal truths and question the very meaning of passion, manhood, and justice.
"Now to the unmarried and the widows I say: it is good for them to stay unmarried as I am. But if they cannot control themselves, they should marry, for it is better to marry than to burn with passion."
an allusion to e. e. cummings's Chansons Innocentes [1923], (since his poems are visual as well as verbal, I'll show it in its intended form:)
it's
spring
and
the
goat-footed
balloonMan whistles
far
and
wee
I included the entire poem in the form the author intended in Poetry.
"(It's) from Wordsworths'
Michael:
'Make subterraneous music, like the noise
Of bagpipers on distant Highland hills.'"
Note: the last time I did this was in 1970 heading north on Rt. 27 at the center of Natick. My friends and I were very pleased with ourselves.
It's the scene where Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine and Claude Reins as Captain Louis Renault watch the planes leaving for Lisbon. The original lines in Casablanca (and I thought I was the only one clever enough to find the reference - grumble!) run as follows:
Renault: "What in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?"
Blaine: "My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters."
R: The waters? What waters? We're in the desert."
B: "I was misinformed."
The meaning is, of course, that Rowena Leighton, who seems to be the only likable character to be found in the groves of academe created by RBP (just think of Lowell Hayden wetting himself! [see The Godwulf Manuscript -ed]), feels as uneasy at the University as does Rick Blaine in Casablanca. Both prefer to keep the reasons for their respective staying with an unwelcome situation for themselves. See Oft Quoted
"Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceedingly small
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all."
Iain Campbell notes:
"According to Brewer's, it goes back to the Latin: 'Dii pedes lanatos
habent' (Petronius). Vengeance may be delayed, but it will come when
least expected. (Literally, it means: 'The gods have wooly feet' - go
figure!)"
mitch009 explains it in detail:
"dii pedes lanatos habent: proverbial but of
uncertain meaning; the sense seems to be that the gods do not answer our
prayers and that they neglect us. Saturn's feet were said to be wrapped in
wool except at the Saturnalia, perhaps because his reign was over. The
image of the feet wrapped in wool may owe something to the practice of
wrapping the feet of persons with gout (who could therefore not walk) in
bands of wool. Perhaps the idea is that the gods enjoy life with their feet
warmly clad in wool and so neglect us--all because nos religiosi non sumus."
That's a note by Gilbert Lawall in the Boldazy-Carducci publication of
Petronius's Satyricon. It's a little inconclusive, but offers some
information at least. The last bit of Latin translates as: "we are
not religious." You probably could have figured that out, but whatever.
Also the context of the quote: a guy is complaining of the famine and how
high the cost of bread is. He mentions how women used to go up the hill
barefoot and beg Jove for water. It would rain in pitcherfuls, but now the
fields are unproductive. The sense is that the gods are neglecting them
because they are not performing their religious duties (sacrifice, ritual,
etc.), therefore their produce is suffering.
Very good, but I noticed Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable
gave the credit for Retribution to Longfellow, as did a number of
sites I visited. On further exploration I found that it was included in
a book of translations Longfellow published entitled From the German,
but the original author was not cited, hence the confusion.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations gives the author as von Logau (1604-1655)
but also cites George Herbert (1593-1633) from
Jacula Prudentum: "God's mill grinds slow, but sure."
Also note that the Petronius quote is from c. 61 A.D. but it is similar to a line from Bacchae by Euripedes (484-406 BCE) "Slowly but surely withal moveth the might of the gods." Sorry, but I couldn't find the original Greek or the source of that translation.
The above is my original entry but Jeff Spence wrote in to point out that I was mistaken:
"Although Roger Miller charted with it first (peaked at #39, and curiously enough it was actually the final top 40 song of his career), it was a guy named O.C. Smith who had the "big" hit. Ocie Lee Smith, former lead vocalist with the Count Basie Orchestra, took the song to #2 his version was on the charts for 12 weeks and was certified gold. I still have the original Columbia 45rpm around here someplace."
I fired up Napster and downloaded the O.C. Smith version. Color me with a "boggled" crayon but I had never heard it until now, although subsequent research tells me that Jeff is right. See Lyrics
"In contrast with most other family comedies of the period, in which one or the other of the parents was a blundering idiot, both Jim and his wife Margaret were portrayed as thoughtful, responsible adults. When a family crisis arose, Jim would calm the waters with a warm smile and some sensible advise."
If I remember right, this was the catch phrase used to sell the nuclear disarmament treaties between the US and Russia. Specifically I believe this was related to the Reagan era START and INF talks where delivery systems were actually planned to be destroyed.
He goes on to supply a confirming reference:
'Given these bipartisan shortcomings, it's too soon even to apply Ronald Reagan's old maxim (when dealing with the Russians) of "Trust, but verify." ' - Concord Coalition Newsletter.
Dennis Tallett pinned this one to the ground with the following:
"President Reagan at the White House 12/3/87 with newscasters Brokaw, Jennings, Rather and Shaw on the criticism about the INF arms control treaty he had worked out with the Soviet Union. '......I think I could sum up my position on this with the recitation of a brief Russian proverb "Doveryai no Proveryai." It means trust but verify.' Ref. N.Y. Times 12/4/87 page A10."
Dennis Tallett read my plea and once again came to the rescue.
"The wound and the bow. (I'll work backwards on this one)
An essay by literary critic, Edmund Wilson titled The Wound and the Bow in a book of the same name, 1947 (coincidentally it has just been republished and is available at the On-line bookstores).
It is a critique and dissertation on the not-very-good play, The Wound and the Bow, 409 B.C., by Sophocles.
Philoctetes, who has been given a bow that never misses its mark, languishes on an island for ten years after contracting a terrible disease following a snakebite. He recovers and returns to fight again and slays his opponent, Paris.
Frank Belson, too, has languished in a disastrous first marriage and always returns to be a very good cop. 'Disability of some kind helps strengthen us in other areas,' says Spenser in chapter 29."
"In German, Ur is a prefix meaning ancient, primitive or original.
Coincidentally, Urquell (original spring) is a beer of which Spenser is fond."
"Outside the boxing cubicle which Henry had squeezed in next to his office was a Babylon of glass and chrome and spandex, where personal trainers, mostly young women with big hair, wearing shiny leotards, trained people on the politically correct way to tone up and be better. Many of them looked at me with suspicion. Henry said it was because I looked like I was there to repossess the equipment."
"The blonde waitress came by and gave me another bottle of Rolling Rock without being asked. I knew she was taken, and so was I. But adoption might still be possible."
"'You know where she worked before Proctor?'
'No.'
'Ever hear her program?'
'No, I'm too busy listening to my Prince albums.'
'He doesn't call himself Prince anymore.'
'Who gives a fuck,' Quirk said."
"I followed him into the office - beige rug, ivory walls, walnut furniture, award plaques on the wall. I'd never been in a broadcaster's office that didn't have award plaques. If you were running a pro-slavery hot line, someone would probably give you an award plaque."
"I started for the door and stopped and turned back.
- 'I have met a number of professors,' I said. 'And none of them were notable for honesty, humor, lack of pretense, and ability to observe. What the hell are you doing here?'
She smiled for a moment and then said, 'I came for the waters.'
- 'There are no waters here,' I said.
'I was misinformed,' she said."
"I waited in my car on Brattle Street while two Episcopalian women wearing big hats and Nike running shoes paused in the middle of the road to discuss human rights. I wanted to run them over. Cambridge was the jay-walking capital of the world, and I felt the only way to get control would be to kill a few. I was, however, wary of the Cambridge Police, so I blew my horn instead. The ladies looked up and glared at me. One, wearing purple stockings and sandals, gave me the finger."
"A swarm of young kids on mountain bikes flashed out of an alley and swooped by me. One of them scraped something, probably a 20d nail head, along the length of my car as he passed. I thought about shooting him, decided it would be construed as overreaction, and chose instead to ignore it in a dignified manner."
"'Anything on the bullets?'
- 'They were nine millimeter Remingtons, we found the brass.'
'That narrows it down,' I said.
- 'Yeah,' Quirk said. 'In Proctor they sell them in vending machines.'"
"I gave him the dignified one, where it says Investigations under my name and address. The one where I'm pictured shirtless with a knuckle knife in my teeth I save for the hoodlums."
"'You fucking Yankees know how to do ugly,' Chollo said. 'I'll give you that.'
'Hey,' I said. 'This is an Hispanic joint.'
'It's Yankee Hispanic,' Chollo said. 'You could have more fun at the podiatrist.'
'We're not here for fun,' I said.
'That's good,' Chollo said.
"Chollo took a sip of the tequila. His face remained expressionless. He said something to the bartender. The bartender didn't bother to look up when he answered. Chollo translated.
'He says we do not have to drink it.'
'What did you tell him?' I said.
'I told him his horse had kidney trouble,' Chollo answered."
Santiago smiled.
- 'I try to get along as well as I can,' he said. He looked back at me. 'And you, Spenser, are you also quick to take offense?'
'Not me,' I said. 'I am a pussy cat.'
- 'That may be,' Santiago said, 'though you do not look like a pussy cat.'
I smiled like I had a mouthful of canary and let it pass."
"I ate another donut. Susan had explained to me that they were not healthful, and while I was in favor of healthful, rice cakes and coffee didn't do it on a stakeout. Susan had explained to me that it didn't have to be rice cakes or donuts. Why not bring along a nice lettuce, tomato, and bean sprout sandwich? I told her that if Chollo reached into the bag for a donut and found a bean sprout he would shoot me, and she'd have only herself to blame for her sexual deprivation. She smiled at me sadly and began to talk to Pearl."
"'You think all the parsons were stern?' I said.
'Of course,' Susan said.
'And all of them were good men despite their sternness?'
'Absolutely.'
'Did any of them get to sleep with a sexy Jewess?' I said.
'Nope.'
'No wonder they were stern,' I said."
"'You ever see McGruff the crime dog?' I said. 'Look out, because he'll want to take a bite out of you.'
- I turned and walked out of the office with Chollo behind me.
''Fucking McGruff the crime dog?' Chollo said.
- 'They can't all be winners,' I said."
"I went into the shop and bought us a couple of sandwiches and some coffee and came back. Chollo took a sip of the coffee and made a face.
'What the fuck is this?' he said.
'You must have got mine,' I said and we swapped.
'You drink that?' Chollo said.
'You get used to it.'
'Why would you want to?'
'You may have a point,' I said."
"'House has a stairwell in a front hall,' I said. 'I can see that from here. Probably designed originally as a three-family.'
'How you tell?' Chollo asked.
'My father was a carpenter,' I said. 'It's in the genes.'
'Was he also an asshole?'
'No. That's an acquired trait,' I said."
The first time I read the name I thought the pronunciation was D - e (like e in employ) - leo (like leo in leotard) - n.
But I realized it was an spanish name so the pronunciation is D - e (like e in pet) - l - e (like e in pet) - o (like o in hot) - n.
Spenser makes link with Luis Deleon name and the name of Juan Ponce de Leon, who gave the name to Florida. As you see *de Leon* is written in different way this case. This name means *from Lion* Leon (the stress in the o) is a spanish city in what is known as Old Castilla, it's a very old city founded by Romans BC, actually it's name doesn't came from the spanish word leon (lion) but from the latin word Legio (legion) because a roman legion settled down there.
Chollo must be a nickname and with the spanish pronunciation
Cho (like cho in chocolate) - ll (like y in yes or like ll in million, depending on the country) - o (like o in hot)
it means a bargain, a cushy number
But with the english pronunciation of ll, the sound in Spanish would be like the word Cholo, and this is a different word that means half-breed, mestizo and I think this is the real meaning of the nickname.
Gerald So noted another gaffe that I had overlooked:
"When Spenser visits San Juan Hill, he tells the desk cop he used to work in the Middlesex County D.A.'s office. Wasn't he assigned to the *Suffolk* D.A.? I don't think the mixup was part of Spenser's trick on Delaney. The desk cop forgot that Spenser had said "used to," and Delaney believed Spenser was still a state cop."
Good point, Gerald. You are right, all of the other references I could find point to Suffolk County.
Where is Proctor? Arthur Martin notes:
I won't swear to it but Proctor seems to be Lawrence, Mass, - a large mill town off 93 in Andover. Ihaven't been there since the early 70's, and it was dying then.
I couldn't agree more. Obscured a bit for the novel but still recognizable.
I Smell a Catch Phrase: Actually, Gerald So pointed out this one. In Chapter 22 Spenser says to Woody Pontevecchio "and you call me Spense again I will kick your ass around Westwood like a beach ball." Compare this to Hush Money Chapter 8 where Hawk tells Amir Abdullah "You refer to me as 'him' again and I will slap your skinny ass around this office like a handball."
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