The jaguar~gripping tale of greed, guilt, gunfire, and a singing gringa
If a reader is still up at midnight, transported from a new england winter ice storm to an ancient castle in the steamy jungle of a biosphere reserve and home to the lord of the narcos, where a gun battle is raging while a red-haired american singer is crafting a tune to save her life, i would call that gripping. despite languishing over the pages to savor parker's writing, to stay inside the city of gold, in bacalar and chetumal, the world of charlie hood and bradley jones with it's jungle cats, crocodiles, violence and beautiful music of accordions and guitars as long as possible, alas, it comes to an end and we're back in the land of snowplows. scenes, such as the musicians performing on stage at sunset in the middle of the jungle with a hurricane coming were so vivid i admit i had to google the jaguars of veracruz, ready to download their music. scenes, such as charlie and juan floating down a swollen river hanging onto a suitcase filled with one million dollars, and hundreds of endangered crocodiles on the loose. is the jaguar the enigmatic drug lord benjamin armenta? is the jaguar the tenacious charlie hood? parker gives us characters who are a mystery and leaves us with mysteries and we always want more.