Sunday, October 13, 2019

REVIEW: 'Carved in Bone'



In Michael Nava’s newest and ninth Henry Rios mystery novel, the question of “Who done it?” seems secondary — almost irrelevant at times.

While someone has died under increasingly mysterious circumstances, what propelled me through “Carved in Bone” was not to uncover a dastard with bloodied hands dripping in the shadows. It was Nava’s gift of presenting layered, complex and instantly recognizable characters, mostly gay men who took my hand and guided me through the haunted and hunted halls of San Francisco in the 1980s.


The tour begins on page one with Bill Ryan, a small-town teen who’s ambushed by friendly fire during the foreplay of self-discovery and seeks refuge in Fog City. I rooted for him as he, like generations of LGBTQ folks before him, manages to clear the path to career, sex, relationships and chosen family. But the onslaught of AIDS follows. Soon San Francisco is under attack. Bill finds himself among the “walking wounded” descending an escalator of uncertainty, loss and disdainful disregard.

The novel excels in exploring the rarely acknowledged side-effects of a political and cultural juggernaut. It deftly shows how the epidemic upended many gay men’s already-quaking foundation, creating fissures that permeate relationships and life today.

Nava accomplishes this feat in two ways, and neither involves preaching. His writing concisely describes time and place, from the imitation elephant’s foot umbrella stand in a childhood bedroom to the modest kitchen of a friend-with-benefits, which “smelled of olive oil and garlic with an undertone of Raid.”

This attention to detail extends to the people who populate San Francisco but are often absent from fiction set in the diverse urban community. In addition to the Mexican American attorney Henry Rios, who as series protagonist investigates the mystery, the plot and subplots feature gay men of color with intriguing backgrounds of their own. The contributions and struggles of Chinese immigrants and their descendants to the city are included as well.    

It bears repeating that Nava has created compelling, richly flawed, relatable characters in a book of just over 300 pages. Some have significant supporting roles, while others appear briefly. I could’ve read an entire novel about Bill’s lovers (Nick and Michael), friends (Waldo and Eddie), as well as Henry’s friends (Adam and Larry). But that would not have been a mystery.

In a sense, “Carved in Bone” defies the mystery genre and somewhat elevates it. The gumshoe gratification that one might expect is eclipsed in three-fourths of the book by the emotional depth of the characters, the diminishing world they face and how they deal with it.

However, for diehard mystery fans, rest assured the case is solved in the end. Nava delivers an unexpected twist that will satisfy readers who must know the identity of the person who committed the act in question. But for this reader, it’s the why Nava reveals that echoes in heart and mind.

For more on Michael Nava’s books and a podcast on Henry Rios Mysteries, go to www.michaelnavawriter.com.


Tuesday, October 1, 2019

DISPATCH: Decades Apart, Miles Together


Palm Springs

Lured by the universe, I cross a bridge over untroubled water to receive my gift. I find a perch, Kokopelli in disguise, mellow in martini, Miles Davis and dim sum. 

Daily meditations on lyrical lore and joyful noise deliver this night for all that jazz — and then some.

An ennobled trio flocks to my small landing, as the surrounding sea teems and swells toward the light. Free from his Beatle’s nest, one considers while two Gand-er at the familiar glow ahead. Onstage, The New Nine trumpets a return to 1957 and “Birth of the Cool.”

Decades between us will not prevent me from unwrapping this custom-made collaboration: the fated appearance of a buoyant last ticket to bear witness, a seminal album performed live by generations of giddy musicians, fellowship over food and drink with three well-versed in universal language.

Neither starry eyes nor a misplaced pillar will obscure my view of this wondrous experience.

Saturday, September 28, 2019

DISPATCH: Rescue and Rebirth


Rancho Mirage

It’s happy hour on a sweltering September Saturday in the Southern California desert. Just off Golden State Street, a lighthouse beam flickers unnoticed by residents of a small mobile home park. 

A party of other-worldly men, women and three children encircle a beloved host disavowed and newly cast adrift.

“I like it. I like it here,” guests recite brightly in and out of this far-flung, white-siding-ed encampment. 

Inside, a spread of stewing meatballs, assorted glassy cheese slices and crackers, cookies, marinating fruit bites, and valiant sandwiches on toasted bread quarters conspires to celebrate its unmoored creator’s past and present birth.

Outside, sporadic breezes of change carry soothing recollections of first meetings and hope for shared milestones across a covered concrete porch. Behind a bar at the far end, unsalted margaritas and various wines are generously mixed and served with the novice determination and proficiency of Boy Scout pledges. Barfly banter morphs into shoring up the young mates’ loyalty for their discarded co-captain’s unwavering devotion to their safe harbor.

A new layer of a pineapple upside-down life begins to rise.