Searching for a wealthy friend's yacht, Travis McGee puts himself square in the center of the international cocaine trade, and finds himself the target of some of the most ruthless villains he's ever met. Contemplating his own mortality for the first time, Travis McGee discovers amid all the danger the astonishing surprise behind the cat-shaped pipe cleaners someone is leaving at his door. This is vintage McGee in a novel that confirms John D. MacDonald's reputation as one of the greatest suspense writers of all time.
So Sad To think This Is The Last Of The Series
When John D. MacDonald died in December 1986, I mourned his passing even as I was angry with him--angry becasue it meant the passing of Travis McGee and Meyer and an entire world of friends centered around slip F-18 at Bahia Mar in Ft. Lauderdale. 25 years after his passing, by accident I found myself in Ft. Lauderdale so I actually went to the marina. While I didn't find the Busted Flush or the 'Bama Girl, I found a lot of people who refuse to admit that Travis is gone.
If you haven't read (or heard) any of these books, I envy you. I would love to ead them all again for the first time. John d. MacDonald was a master at description, he painted pictures in words that I can never forget. He gave me ideas and insights into places and situations far from my world, ideas that have never left me.
This is the last of the series, and MacDonald certainly ended the series on a high note. While the last 26 have aged some details (no one has a cell phone), the stories themselves are timelessly classic.