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Isabel Allende’s latest novel is a triumph


A review of Maya’s Notebook, by Isabel Allende

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Pick up a copy of Isabel Allende’s new novel, Maya’s Notebook, and get ready for a wild and wonderful ride through the years and up and down the length of the Western Hemisphere. Though structured as a coming-of-age novel of young Maya Vidal, recounting the four seasons of her twentieth year, Maya’s Notebook ranges from the glorious madness of Berkeley, where she was born and raised, to the back alleys and casinos of drug-addled Las Vegas and an Oregon rehab center for incorrigible teenagers, to the magical solitude of an island off the Chilean coast. Along the way in this wrenching journey you’ll find yourself drawn back in time to the CIA-inspired coup that overthrew Chilean president Salvador Allende and the murderous repression that followed for seventeen years under the late unlamented Augusto Pinochet. Maya’s Notebook is a tour de force. Only a writer of Isabel Allende’s maturity and rare skills could pull together all these disparate threads and weave them together so artfully into such a pleasurable, and often laugh-out-loud funny, reading experience.

Maya Vidal is (of course) an unusual young woman. As she describes herself at the outset, “I’m nineteen years old, female, single — due to a lack of opportunity rather than by choice, I’m currently without a boyfriend. Born in Berkeley, California, I’m a U.S. citizen, and temporarily taking refuge on an island at the bottom of the world . . . I’m five-ten, 128 pounds when I play soccer and several more if I don’t watch out. I’ve got muscular legs, clumsy hands, blue or gray eyes, depending on the time of day, and blond hair, I think, but I’m not sure since I haven’t seen my natural hair color for quite a few years now.” Her father is Chilean, an airline pilot, “handsome as a bullfighter and just as vain,” her runaway mother a Danish flight attendant whom Maya long fantasized was a Laplander princess.

Why does this striking young woman find herself on an island in Chiloe, where she’s taller than everyone else? Therein lies the tale. On arriving, when she meets her designated host, Manual Arias, an aging sociologist friend of her grandmother, Maya introduces herself by saying, “Hi! I’m on the run from the FBI, Interpol, and a Las Vegas criminal gang.” Only deep into Maya’s Notebook does it become unmistakably clear that she’s not joking.

Maya is raised by her grandparents in a sprawling house in Berkeley. The great love of Maya’s life is her grandfather, her Popo, her grandmother’s second husband, Paul Ditson II, a huge and compassionate man as black as she is white, a professor of astronomy at UC Berkeley. In exile in Chile, her constant companions are the old sociologist whose tiny home she shares; the local schoolteacher who suffers from unrequited love for the lonely old man; and a lame dog christened Fahkeen the day Maya arrived when a cab driver hears her try to get rid of the beast, yelling “Shoo! Get away, fucking dog!”

Almost in passing, Allende tosses out unforgettable passages. Berkeley is “that gritty, radical, extravagant city, with its mix of races and human pelts, with more geniuses and Nobel Prize winners than any other city on earth, saturated with noble causes, intolerant in its sanctimoniousness.” The school where Maya’s grandparents sent her “taught using an Italian system of experimental education in which the students did whatever the fuck we wanted. The classrooms had no blackboards or desks, we sat on the floor, the teachers didn’t wear bras or shoes, and everyone learned at their own pace.”

Maya’s Notebook is Isabel Allende’s 19th book. Allende, a long-time Bay Area resident, is Chilean, a first cousin once removed of the late president (not his niece, other than in the Spanish vernacular). Clearly, she’s spent a lot of time in Berkeley.

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Murder and mayhem in Las Vegas, and it’s all a lot of fun

A review of Lucky Stiff, by Deborah Coonts

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Brace yourself. Lucky O’Toole, the 30-something protagonist of this funny, sexy novel, is the daughter of the proprietor of “The Best Little Whorehouse in Las Vegas” and chief problem-solver of the fabulous Babylon Resort Hotel run by her father. Lucky’s boyfriend is a female impersonator who looks better in a dress than she does, and she is surrounded by other gorgeous men, including a gay film star, a hunkjy Australian private detective who is bedding one of her two assistants and a young police detective appropriately named Romeo who is dating the other, a young protege of Lucky’s whose name is, of course, Brandy Alexander.

As if all this isn’t enough, the entomologists who are gathering at the Babylon for their annual convention somehow manage to lose several million angry bees on the same day that what’s left of a woman known as a crooked bookmaker turns up in the shark tank at a nearby hotel. (There is no explanation why there would be a shark tank at a hotel in Las Vegas.)

What more can I say? Shenanigans ensue, surprises happen, and the good guys win in the end. This is hardly fine literature, but who cares?

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A funny, sexy, well-written novel about misdeeds and passion in Las Vegas

A review of Wanna Get Lucky? by Deborah Coonts

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Lucky O’Toole is the chief problem-solver at a top-ranked Las Vegas casino and hotel, where a sequinned semblance of life goes on frenetically 24/7 and causes problems without fail on a daily basis. She is somewhere north of 30, six feet tall, the daughter of one of the city’s leading madames, and wicked smart. Lucky possesses boundless energy and an upstairs neighbor and best friend who is celebrated female impersonator, a graduate of Harvard, and looks better in Lucky’s dresses than she does herself. Under these circumstances, it’s no surprise that Lucky has no life.

Wanna Get Lucky? relates how Lucky (a) solves a high-profile murder, (b) unmasks a serial blackmailer, (c) dethrones The Big Boss’ chief competitor, (d) maneuvers successfully through a wife-swapping convention and the porn industry’s annual awards show, and (e) gets a life.

Comparisons between Lucky O’Toole and Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum are inevitable, and they’ll probably multiply, as Wanna Get Lucky? is reportedly the first in a series. After all, they’re about the same age, both crimesolvers, and both champion wisecrackers. However, the settings are wildly different — the drabness of old neighborhoods in a New Jersey town vs. the glitter of Las Vegas. Stephanie is forever struggling to find two nickels to rub together, while Lucky is paid what even she thinks is an outrageously high salary. And Lucky is cynical beyond measure. Also, unlike Stephanie, she has little trouble deciding whom she’s really in love with.

Wanna Get Lucky? is a funny, sexy, well-plotted, and well written novel that promises a lot of fun in the episodes to come.

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