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Then, as a teenager he stumbled upon the sunken sub while scuba diving—but for years he kept the secret of its watery grave. He lives in Missoula, Montana. By clicking 'Sign Dixie City Jam up' I acknowledge that I have read and agree to the privacy policy and terms of use. Must redeem Dixie City Jam 90 days. See full terms and conditions and this month's choices. Tell us what you like and we'll recommend books you'll love. Sign up and get a free eBook! By James Lee Burke. Table of Contents Excerpt. About The Book. Dixie City Jam 1 Not many people believe this, but in the early months of Nazi submarines used to lie in wait at the mouth of the Mississippi for the tankers that sailed Dixie City Jam naval escort from the oil refineries at Baton Rouge into the Gulf of Mexico. It was a shooting gallery. Because of wartime censorship the newspapers and radio carried no accounts of the American ships sunk off the Louisiana coast, but just after sunset people could see the oil fires burning on the southern horizon, like a quickening orange smudge low in the winter sky. As a little boy in New Iberia, I heard shrimpers talk about the burned, oil-coated bodies of four merchant sailors who had been found floating like lumps of coal in an island of kelp, their sightless eyes and poached faces strung with jellyfish. I had nightmares for many years about Nazis, who I imagined as pinch-faced, slit-eyed creatures who lived beneath the waves, not far from my Dixie City Jam, and who would eventually impose a diabolical design upon the earth. While scuba diving in college, on a calm, windless day, I accidentally found one of those submarines in sixty feet of water, resting at an angle on its keel, the deck rails and forward gun gray and fuzzy with seaweed, a chain of tiny bubbles rising from the stern. Then one of the strangest occurrences of my life took place. I felt a bone-numbing coldness in the water, where there had been none before; then a sound, a vibration, like a wire cable snapping, rang through the entire length of the submarine. The conning tower began to right itself in the current, the metal plates on the hull grating on the sand, and clouds of silt and trapped oil rose from Dixie City Jam the keel. I discovered later Dixie City Jam there was no mystery about the U-boat. It had been caught recharging its batteries on the surface, shelled by a U. Navy destroyer, then blown out of the water by depth charges, Dixie City Jam spine broken; since that time it had scudded and bounced with the currents up and down the floor of the gulf along the Louisiana coast. But sometimes in a dark moment I wondered about the crew that had gone down in a scream of sirens and whistles and torrents of water bursting through the ruptured plates or cascading down the tower that no one could close in time. Did they claw one another off the ladders? Were they willing to blind or maim or kill one another just to breathe air for a few more seconds? Did Dixie City Jam regret embracing the scheme that would make the lights go out all over the world? Or were they still sailing beneath the waves, their skins pickled in salt, their uniforms nests for moray eels, their plan Dixie City Jam turn the earth into a place of concertina wire Dixie City Jam guard towers still on track, as certain in prospect as the phosphorescent and boiling wake of a torpedo streaking toward a distant ship silhouetted against an autumnal moon? The wind was hot and sere out of the south, and in the swells you could see the shiny backs of stingrays and the bluish pink air sacs of jellyfish, which meant a storm was probably kicking them in toward shore; then the Dixie City Jam dropped, the wind died, and the sun looked like a white flame trapped inside the dead water. It rained for only about five minutes, large, flat drops that struck the water like lead shot, then the sky was clear and hot again and the sweat and humidity ran off your skin like snakes. Far to the south I could see Dixie City Jam storm become stationary. Gray clouds were anchored low on the horizon, and right where they met the water there was a white line of surf and an occasional fork of lightning, like silver threads trembling inside the clouds. While Batist, the black man who worked for me, put out the lines for gafftop Dixie City Jam, I slipped on my air tanks, flippers, and mask and went over the side, following the anchor rope down through the cone of translucent green light, down to a level of water that was suddenly cold and moving and gray with silt, spinning with yellow blades of seaweed, perhaps alive with sand sharks that could whisk past you with such energy and force that you felt you had been struck by an invisible hand. The anchor rope was taut and hard when I touched it. I gave it up and headed for the surface, rising once more into water bladed with sunlight, into the predictable world of wind and salt spray blowing against the mask, of gulls and pelicans gliding overhead, of Batist straining with both hands against a stingray he had foul-hooked through the stomach. I pulled off my tanks and rubbed my head and face dry with a towel. Batist was stripped to the waist, his back knotted with muscle, his cannonball head popping with sweat as he got the gaff into the stingray and lifted it over the gunwale. Batist flopped it on its back, shook the gaff loose, then knelt on one knee and sawed the treble hook out Dixie City Jam its stomach. He wiped the blood off his knife, looked at the bent prongs on his hook, then flung the ray overboard with both hands. Some big as your house. He want that sub, let him get his fat Dixie City Jam out here and look for it. I really appreciate it. His girth was elephantine, his Dixie City Jam, pudgy Dixie City Jam and yellow-and-black checkered sports coats legendary. On any given afternoon you could Dixie City Jam him in the Pearl on St. Charles, eating anywhere from five to eight dozen oysters on the half shell, washing them down with pitchers of beer, his thick neck powdered with talcum, a purple rose in his lapel, his jowls freshly shaved Dixie City Jam glowing with health, his eyes squinting almost completely shut when he smiled. Years ago I had told him the story about the wreck of the German U-boat I had discovered on a calm summer day when I was in college. You ever see this Geraldo guy on TV? He had millions of people watching him dig into a basement wall under a Chicago hotel where Dixie City Jam Capone used to live. He had everybody believing there was a car, dead bodies, gold bars, machine guns, all kinds of bullshit, buried in this underground vault. The show went on for three hours. It was so boring you had to keep slapping yourself awake. You know what he found? A big pile of wet sand and some old bottles. He also almost punched a hole in the retaining wall that keeps Lake Michigan out of the city of Chicago. Use your imagination, Dave. And it was just as well. Batist and I caught and gutted over a dozen gaff-top, ripped out the stingers and peeled the skin with pliers, fileted the meat in long, pink strips, and laid them out in rows on the crushed ice in the cooler. The clouds were black-green and low over the city, dancing with veins of lightning, roiling from Barataria all the way out to Lake Pontchartrain, and you Dixie City Jam that in a short while torrents of rain would blow through the streets, Dixie City Jam the palm trees on the esplanades, overrun the gutters in the Quarter, fill the tunnel of oak Dixie City Jam on St. Charles with a gray mist through which the old iron, Dixie City Jam streetcars would make their way along the tracks like emissaries from the year New Orleans was a wonderful place to be on a late evening in August. Charles and Carrollton? Can you believe that? A fucking SWAT team in the middle of my neighbor-hood. I think they could use a diplomat out there, before the meat loaf ends up on the wallpaper, you get my meaning? I got fucking Beirut, Lebanon, in my front yard. Dixie City Jam, Nate Baxter. He used to be in Vice in the First District. You remember a plainclothes by that name? Hey, Dave, you there? 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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Dixie City Jam editions. Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. As a child Dixie City Jam was frightened by the stories It's out there, under the salt of the Gulf of Mexico, off the Louisiana coast--a buried Nazi submarine. Detective Dave Robicheaux of the New Ibera Sheriff's office has known if its existence since childhood, when he was terrified by nightmares of the evil Nazi sailors just offshore. Dixie City Jam, as a teenager, he stumbled upon the sun As a child he was frightened by the stories Then, as a teenager, he stumbled upon the sunken sub while scuba diving--but for years he kept the secret of its watery grave. And now he must face the terrible reality. But decades later, when a powerful Jewish activist wants the sub raised, Robicheaux's knowledge puts him at the center of a terrifying struggle of conflicting desires. A neo-Nazi psychopath named Will Buchalter, who insists that the Holocaust was a hoax, wants to find the submarine first--and he'll stop at nothing to get Robicheaux to talk. James Lee Burke looks long and hard into the human heart of darkness in his most electrifying novel yet, a story of terror and courage in a Southern Louisiana where the horrific and the beautiful rise from the same fertile soil. Get A Copy. Mass Market Paperbackpages. Published July by Hachette Books first published August 4th More Details Original Title. Dave Robicheaux Dixie City Jam. New Iberia, Louisiana United States. Hammett Prize Other Editions 6. Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought Dixie City Jam this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions Dixie City Jam Dixie City Jamplease sign up. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Jul 20, Wendy rated it it was amazing. I have to say that James Lee Burke is the best mystery writer today! I'm so hooked on his Dave Robicheaux series that I can't read it fast enough. His writing is phenomenal Dixie City Jam I can't say it enough. View all 5 comments. Jul 22, Cathy DuPont rated it it was amazing. If this book was a truck, it would be a heavy duty Ford able to pull a submarine out of the water. Happy that I started with book number one because it lays out the development of Robicheaux otherwise I might think the guy is just simply crazy. He is certainly prone to violence but doles it out Dixie City Jam If this book was a truck, it would be a Dixie City Jam duty Ford able to pull a submarine out of the water. He is certainly prone to violence but doles it out carefully. If reading about violence and unseemly characters bothers you, pass this book up. The villain and there are a few is a neo-Nazi, known worldwide however has avoided capture. I love his command of the English language. In my opinion it is well earned since his Dixie City Jam is in English and he was a college professor of English and creative writing. Parker comes to mind. Such writers know how to structure sentences and bring life to the English language for the reader. I was struck by the sensuously written love scenes. They were just lovely passages and some I re-read because they were so beautifully written. After Burke's description after a rain you can almost feel the dampness on your arms. He brings the events and characters to life for the reader. Clete plays an important role in the plot which had a number of subplots related both closely and peripherally to the main plot, that being the sinking and location of a Nazi submarine off the coast of Louisiana. The characters were numerous but all drawn so clearly by Burke that you did not need to make a special effort to remember them. Although published inBurke used the book to make social commentary with references to a national right wing radio personality; the homeless, poverty and a number of other issues in the national dialog we read about daily. Dixie City Jam was one of those books I had a very hard time putting down. Wanting to savor the series, I chose to read a Dave Robicheaux book every two months or so. I want them to last. Savoring my Robicheaux binge, I know. View all 8 comments. Obviously, not Dixie City Jam of my favorites in the series. This is the 7th installment in the Dave Robicheaux series. As usual James Lee Burke spins a great story around a colorful cast of characters. Dave is now a detective with New Iberia Sheriff's Office and also owns a bait and boat rental business. He is also a recovering alcoholic and Vietnam War vet. Clete's one man war against the mob will have you laughing. It was great to see him back. I would love to say more but that would spoil things. Suffice it to say don't let Clete near any heavy equipment. Dave Robicheaux encountered it once when he was a teenager and scuba diving. Now decades later he is being pressured to find the sub so that it can be salvaged. Dave finds himself in the midst of a powerful Jewish activist who wants Dixie City Jam sub raised, a neo-Nazi psychopath named Will Buchalte, a black woman cop dealing with gender bias in the workplace and her teenage son, ritual killings, and of course various mob figures. This time though the case hits close to home. Too close. His wife, Bootsie, is threatened and she seeks relief in drink. Dave wants to help but he knows she will have to find her own bottom first before she can begin recovery. James Lee Burke is a master story teller. This is a story about hate crimes. The characters in the story are colorful but they are not pretty. For the most part they are either the underbelly of society or the members of law enforcement who have to deal with them on a daily basis. The story serves to remind us that although World War II is over the Dixie City Jam against hate crimes isn't. Aug 09, Harry rated it it was amazing Shelves: southern-detectives. Book Review I suspect I have an edge as compared to most Burke fans. I have resided in Dixie City Jam French Quarter Dixie City Jam aptly described in the Burke novels. I've seen corruption and the broken infrastructure pre-Katrinasmelled the molded heat lifting up from the pavement after a roaring rain, have had my shirt cling to my Dixie City Jam within two minutes of stepping outdoors, choked on the heat surrounding me, a humidity that I could carve with a steak knife. I've seen the above ground cemetery's filled with the Book Review I suspect I have an edge as compared to most Burke fans. I've seen the above ground cemetery's filled Dixie City Jam the bones of history, the languid Spanish moss like many umbrellas above your head, the levees we call them dikes in Hollandthe degradation of Bourbon street and Mardi Gras, exotic voodoo parlors, experienced the aura of supernatural practices that bely the belly fat of the city. I've tasted the breeze blowing off Lake Pontchartrain and the Gulf, and spent many a morning sipping coffee and writing in journals in Cafe Du Monde. To this day, I always have a canister of Cafe Du Monde coffee in my cupboard, it's distinct flavor Dixie City Jam me of my exotic and bohemian New Orleans. Here's a personal story that may give you a view into corruption New Orleans style. I lived in a studio off Esplanade Avenue. One day, arriving home I Dixie City Jam ambulances and police cruisers blocking the street before a small convenience store across the street. Dixie City jam ( edition) | Open Library

Audible Premium Plus. Dixie City Jam anytime. Detective Dave Robicheaux becomes entangled in the affairs of the Fontenot family, descendants Dixie City Jam sharecroppers whose matriarch helped raise Dave as a child. They are in danger of losing Dixie City Jam land they've lived on for more than a century. As Dave tries to discover who wants the land so badly, he finds himself in increasing peril from a lethal, rag tag alliance of local mobsters and a hired assassin with a shady past. By: James Lee Burke. The image of the dead girl's body lingered in detective Dave Robicheaux's mind as he drove home. After seeing the young victim's corpse, the last thing he needed to come across was a drunk driver. But when he saw the Cadillac fishtail across the road, Robicheaux knew the driver was in trouble. What Dave didn't realize, was that by pulling the car over, he was opening his murder case wider than he could imagine. The driver, Elrod Sykes, in New Iberia to star in a movie, leads Dave to the remains of a black man that had washed up in the Atchafalaya swamp. When former Klansman and piney-woods outcast Aaron Crown is finally imprisoned for a decades-old murder, it is to Detective Dave Robicheaux that he proclaims his innocence loudest. Crown seems to be a lightning rod for every kind of trouble that the state of Louisiana can unearth. Dixie City Jam documentary film writer seeking to prove Crown's innocence is found murdered; a button man for the New Orleans mob accuses Robicheaux of taking a pay-off to ignore Crown. But it is when Buford Dixie City Jam -- scion of an old Southern family and author of a book on the Crown case -- is elected governor that Dixie City Jam Robicheaux's involvement with Aaron Crown deepens to a level he can barely fathom. And it is Buford's social-climbing Dixie City Jam, Karyn, with whom Robicheaux had an affair years before, who proves to be his most poisonous adversary. Filled with thrilling adventure, lightning-paced action, and street smart realism, Cadillac Jukebox is a brilliant addition Dixie City Jam Burke's standout Dave Robicheaux series. Cajun police detective Dave Robicheaux knows the Sonnier family of New Iberia - their connections to the CIA, the mob, and to a former Klansman now running for state office. And he knows their past - as dark and murky as a night on the Louisiana bayou. An assassination attempt and the death of a cop draw Robicheaux into the Sonniers' dangerous web of madness, murder and incest. Dixie City Jam Robicheaux has devils of his own. And they've come out of hiding Dixie City Jam destroy the tormented investigator - and the people he holds most dear. The year-old crucifixion of a prominent labor leader named Jack Flynn remains an unsolved atrocity that has never been forgotten in New Iberia, Louisiana. When Flynn's daughter, Megan, returns to the site of her father's murder, it quickly becomes clear that her family's blood-stained past will not stay buried. Megan gives her old friend Dave Robicheaux a tip about a small-time criminal Dixie City Jam Cool Breeze Broussard, scarcely suspecting that the seemingly innocuous case will lead Robicheaux and his partner into the midst of a deadly conspiracy. Dave Robicheaux felt the bone-grinding pain rip through his body as the. Through the agonizing haze that enveloped him, he heard an almost inhuman laugh - Dixie City Jam hideous, victorious cackling of Jimmie Lee Boggs - a sound he would never forget. It had started out as an ordinary prisoner transfer, then turned into a blood bath when the convicted murderer got hold of a gun. Dave Robicheaux has spent his life confronting the age-old adage that the sins of the father pass on to the son. But what was his mother's legacy? Dead to him since his youth, Mae Guillory has been shuttered away in the deep recesses of Robicheaux's mind. While helping out an old friend, Dave is stunned when a pimp looks at him sideways and asks if he is the son of Mae Guillory, the whore a bunch of cops murdered 30 years ago. Her body was dumped in the bayou bordering Purple Cane Road, and the cops who left her there are still on the job. Return to James Lee Burke 's "timeless, parallel universe" with detective Dave Robicheaux, as he investigates the murders of two women, tries to prove one man's innocence, and faces an enemy unlike any he has ever known. Gothic, dense, brutal, Dixie City Jam, and always compelling, Jolie Blon's Bounce Dixie City Jam classic storytelling from a writer who has been dubbed "the Faulkner of crime fiction. When Dave Robicheaux, learns that an old friend, Father Jimmie Dolan has been the victim of a particularly brutal assault, he returns to New Orleans to investigate, if only unofficially. Dave Robicheaux had begun to put the pieces of his broken life together again when an old friend turned up on his doorstep, dredging up old memories and new threats. Critically acclaimed and best-selling crime writer James Lee Burke returns to Louisiana where his ever-popular hero, Dave Robicheaux, sleuths his way through a hotbed of sin and uncertainty. Vietnam vet Dave Robicheaux has turned in his detective's badge, is winning his battle against booze, and has left New Orleans with his wife for the tranquil beauty of the Louisiana bayou. But a plane crash on the Gulf brings a young girl into his life - and with her comes a netherworld of murder, deception and homegrown crime. She happens to be the daughter of his friend: a friend he witnessed gunned Dixie City Jam in a bank robbery, a tragedy that forever Dixie City Jam Robicheaux's life. Dixie City Jam Robicheaux returns in another Bayou adventure, this one more gruesome and gut-wrenching than any that have come before. Hurricane Katrina has ravaged New Orleans, leaving the streets and buildings flooded and the city awash with opportunists, looters, and vicious criminals. There is no order, no law. Police are shooting randomly at innocent people, prison guards have abandoned their posts, and bodies float through the streets and hang from trees. Swan Peak finds Detective Robicheaux far from Dixie City Jam New Iberia roots, attempting to relax in the untouched wilderness of rural Montana. He, his wife, and his buddy Clete Purcell have retreated to stay at Dixie City Jam old friend's ranch, hoping to spend their days fishing and enjoying Dixie City Jam distance from the harsh, gritty landscape of Louisiana post-Katrina. Seven young women in neighboring Jefferson Davis Parish have been brutally murdered. In The Neon RainDetective Robicheaux fishes a prostitute's corpse from a New Orleans bayou and finds that no one, not even the law, cares about a dead hooker. Then she disappears. Dave becomes obsessed with Dixie City Jam song and the memory of Tee Jolie and goes in search of her sister, who later turns up inside Dixie City Jam block of ice floating in the Gulf. They're out there, under the salt - the bodies of German seamen who used to lie in wait at the mouth of the Mississippi for unescorted Dixie City Jam tankers sailing from the oil refineries of Baton Rouge out into the Gulf of Mexico. As a child, Dave Robicheaux had been Dixie City Jam by the sailors' images. Years later, Robicheaux, a detective with the New Iberia sheriff's office, finds himself Dixie City Jam his family at serious risk, stalked for his knowledge of a watery burial ground by a mysterious man named Will Buchalter - a man who believes that the Holocaust was one big hoax. I love the way James Lee Burke writes, Dixie City Jam I love the characters in his stories, Cletus Purcell has to be one of the great literary personalities of all time. The setting it enthralling as ever, but the foe in this story is just a little to much of a ghost and Dave R. All of that said, I still liked the book, Dixie City Jam Cletus having Dixie City Jam prominent role and enjoyed the various characters and how they were developed. I really love the narration in this series and really do not understand the controversy, it is first rate as far as I am concerned. All things considered I am Dixie City Jam forward to the next in the series as even a flat spot in this collection is better than the best works by most authors. Maybe I overdosed on James Lee Burke. This is my sixth Dave Roubicheaux novel and the last three I listened to back to back Dixie City Jam back. Mark Hammer's tongue is wrapped around bayous, filagreed iron window screens and Spanish moss. He speaks through a veil of humidity and swampy muscle. He somehow makes the rich vocabulary and elegant metaphoric Roubicheaux musings seem plausible from the mind of Dixie City Jam hard-scrabble back gator country lawman. This time it took just a tad too much to do it. Burke is a poet first, a sociologist second, a dramatist third, a gently liberal social commentator, and Here it is the last that seems to Dixie City Jam stretched a lot too thin. The characters were either too complex for the plot, or too comic-book skinny to hold up its pants. I'm going to take a break from Dave, Bootsey, Alafair, and Cleetus. If you've not listened to a Roubicheaux novel You'll think, feel, and even tear up. But maybe you'd do well Dixie City Jam the first five to pause before beginning this one. Just like I'll take a break before downloading the seventh What did you love best about Dixie City Jam? James Lee Burke's writing is like poetry. Amidst the ugliness of hate and crime, he describes the surroundings so beautifully. Dave's thoughts about his past, his culture, his family, and his struggles are blended so seamlessly. I, also, really enjoy the relationship Dixie City Jam Dave and Clete. Every interaction between them is entertaining. I hope Brother Oswald makes future appearances in the Robicheaux series-loved his commentary on Dave's intellect, lending subtle humor to a dark story. What other book might you compare Dixie City Dixie City Jam to and why? Any of John Sandford's "Prey" books. The writing style is very different but a lot of similar themes and has the common thread of a character study of the protagonist throughout the series. I have come to appreciate Mark Hammer's narration more than I have in the past, having preferred Will Patton. But, Hammer's performance blended with James Lee Burke's poetic prose resulted in a great listening experience. You really feel inside the story and where it's happening, and you feel that you are experiencing Dave's life and thoughts along with him. Was there a moment in the book that particularly moved you? Tommy talking about the part he played in Hippo's brother's death and his regret. Any additional comments? I liked how the author makes the characters multidimensional. The criminals sometimes show grace and humanity, and the "good" guys sometimes are self-serving and flawed. Where is Will Patton when there is a Dave Roubiceaux book, I listened all the way to the end, but for me it was not an enjoyable experience. I though the story was a little disjointed, and with a different voice than how I perceive Dixie City Jam main character should sound No, in the future it will be Burke and Patton or no purchase. Would you consider the audio edition of Dixie City Jam to be better Dixie City Jam the print version? When Dave Robicheaux made the mistake of letting people know he had an idea as to where a World War Two U-boat sunk in the Caribbean might be found, suddenly he has too many people wanting him to lead them to it, including a man calling himself Will Buchalter. With informants dying on him left and right and apparently Bootsie intending to enter the alcoholic state he's fought so hard to put behind him, Dave doesn't know quite whom to trust--and with reason. Action packed as usual. Although I realized in this one I was perhaps quicker on the uptake and even less trusting than Dave himself, as I had the accomplice pegged pretty quickly on while Dave was still trying to sort out his feelings toward the individual.