Natives call Miami my-am-uh.
I been there. I went to Miami Book Fair.
I
call that my-am-me. A bunch of outlanders.
Held at the downtown campus
of Miami-Dade Community College,
where Charles Willeford taught English for many
years. He also taught
the detective novel, and reviewed mysteries for the Miami
Herald,
so when he quit fucking around and wrote a book that fit into
a genre
he knew how to do it. A police procedural, no less. No less, a series
character.
Not an immobilized hero in modern fiction. A man of action. A street-wise
cop.
A hard, noir sensibility in a tropical environment. He invented the South
Florida
crime novel. More even that Douglas Fairbairn with Street 8.
Miami
Blues, New Hope for the Dead, Sideswipe, The Way
We Die Now. Plus the stand-alone
posthumous comedy-of-manners
The Shark-Infested Custard. Tom Wolfe, eat
your heart out.
The first section of which published by Dennis McMillan
as
Kiss Your Ass Goodbye.