New Hope for the Dead
/New Hope for the Dead by Charles Willeford (1985) The second Hoke Moseley novel—can’t believe I’ve taken so long getting around to these. I liked it better than the first one (Miami Blues), though not by much—it’s very different in structure—which is exciting—less violent, and warmer. I mean, in a way it’s a heartwarming book—but on the other hand, it’s brutal and depressing (it’s about homicide detectives, after all). Not depressing, but some grim subject matter, of course. Also, it’s hilarious. Maybe the most impressive thing of all is how the humor has an absolutely perfect tone—not easy to do. In a way, Hoke Moseley is the Miami version of Columbo—he relies on intuition and experience, and sometimes not exactly aboveboard methods—he’s sneaky and manipulative. I don’t approve of the guy, for the most part, and I don’t relate to him, really—but I love him. I’d follow him around on his job endlessly, if that was an option. Besides a central mystery in this book, a non-case that Hoke can’t let go, the main police-related story is that Hoke, and his old partner, and his new partner, are assigned to cleaning up a large file of cold cases—unsolved homicides. Thus the title—and it’s an excellent title. But also, Hoke and his new partner, Ellita Sanchez, are both embroiled in personal dramas that pretty much eclipse the crime sagas. Really, there is some shocking stuff in this book—but it would be an absolute disservice to anyone reading this if they haven’t read the book—just trust me.
8.5.25