Mucho Mojo is the basis for the second season of the new Sundance TV series Hap and Leonard.
Hap and Leonard return in this incredible, mad-dash thriller, loaded with crack addicts, a serial killer, and a body count.
Leonard is still nursing the injuries he sustained in the duo's last wild undertaking when he learns that his Uncle Chester has passed. Hap is of course going to be there for his best friend, and when the two are cleaning up Uncle Chester's dilapidated house, they uncover a dark little secret beneath the house's rotting floor boards—a small skeleton buried in a trunk. Hap wants to call the police. Leonard, being a black man in east Texas, persuades him this is not a good idea, and together they set out to clear Chester's name on their own. The only things standing in their way is a houseful of felons, a vicious killer, and possibly themselves.
Anyone interested in the respective demands of the short story and the novel will find an object lesson in this new chiller from Lansdale ( The Nightrunners ), a pioneer of splatterpunk and dark suspense. No horror author writes a meaner short story than this winner of three Bram Stoker Awards, whose velvet-smooth tales are packed tight with fierce action and moral heat. But give Lansdale space, as in this lazy yarn about two friends who uncover a serial killer of children in east Texas, and he's apt to turn in a short story air-blown to book length. The premise is gripping enough: narrator Hap Collins, a field hand, moves in with old pal Lester Pine, who's inherited his Uncle Chester's house; they find a skeleton beneath the floor and the late Chester becomes the prime suspect in the disappearance of several local boys. Hap and Leonard doubt that Chester was the killer. Their gumshoeing is padded with pages of ethical filler: Hap is white and Leonard black, allowing Lansdale to wax on about race relations. While Hap is straight, Leonard is gay, prompting much talk about gay rights. And the duo's neighbors are crack dealers, inspiring homilies on ghetto life and drug use--and sparking the novel's misplaced high point, when the pair set fire to the crack house. After all this earnestness, there's little energy or room left for the main plot, which ambles on to reveal a villain so obvious he might as well have worn a black hat. Those wanting prime Lansdale should try his story collection, By Bizarre Hands . Author tour.
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My first stab at a Lansdale.....
This is the first book I came across with the name JOE R. LANSDALE on it at a bookstore locally, it was a paperback and it had a great cover(which in my opinion draws a reader in right away) and I read the back and the first couple paragraphs, man I was hooked! I needed something to take my mind of so many things going on in my life at the time and I will never forget this book, it had these two characters that were at first so opposite yet so much like crazy brothers I couldn't put it down. This writer from east Texas can draw you in tight with such laugh out loud sentences and make you cringe with dread with all this violence and mahem, I have loved this author to this day and buy everything he puts out, he is treasure box of delights.Joe always seems to have something to set inbetween the lines about the good and bad in life. If you like crime, suspense, mystery to horror to historic to young adult ,Joe R. Lansdale jjust delivers every time, people are slowy catching up with the talents of this guy but Joe just won't sell out he creeps up on the reader and satisfies with the most outrageious stories, a hell of a writer, glad to have found him!
One long lecture
One part boring story, 3 parts lecture about racism.... rambling, disjointed story wrapped around a soapbox... not saying it’s not an issue, but trying to weave your whole story around long talks about racism doesn’t generate much entertainment value, especially when the core story itself is boring and silly.
I had to quit halfway through. Loved his first book, but this was stultifyingly boring.