
My second Jim Thompson novel. The other was Hell of a Woman, which I did not really enjoy. But Pop 1260 was more of what I was hoping for. Sheriff Nick Corey seems dumb as a stump, but then pulls off surprising, off-the-wall treachery. Surprisingly scary, too.
He's hilarious in understatement at times, and reports things as the opposite of what he means.
I loved him talking to a detective from a famous agency about how they put down a railroad strike: “Now, by golly, that really took nerve,” I said. “Them railroad workers throwin' chunks of coal at you an' splashin' you with water, and you fellas without nothin' to defend yourself with except shotguns an' automatic rifles!
I read this book a few decades ago, and find that I think of it fairly often. Such an epic sweeping scouring beginning, that's the part that has stuck with me
Seems one either loves this book or not. I'm in the latter category. It started off engaging and interesting, but slowly descended into an implausible bore. The explicit sexual angle was disjointed and bizarre. Almost seemed as if the editor wanted more spice and the sexual content was tacked on after the book was already written. The main character became less and less likable as the book wore on and I couldn't wait for it to be over.
The book was very interesting reading. I enjoyed the historical stories about the Farallones and of course the fascinating sharks. But I ultimately became disgusted with author Susan Casey's blithe selfishness and disregard of the serious damage and destruction her activities caused.
Found the author's style pompous and arrogant. Couldn't get past his bragging manner. When I found myself rooting for the stalking mountain lion, I decided to quit reading.