Stars: 4

Author: Brian A. Hopkins

Title: The Licking Valley Coon Hunters Club

Publisher: Yard Dog Press

Year: 2000

ISBN: 1-893687-08-2

Distribution: TPB

Pages: 173

Publisher's URL: http://www.yarddogpress.com/

There's no such thing as a typical vampire story, but even if there were, this couldn't be one. The vampires certainly don't fit that mold, and neither do the increasingly sticky situations into which Hopkins flings his hero, with the order of the day (or night) being action, suspense, and more action. Private detective Martin Zolotow has a weakness for maltreated women and a history of being called in to solve cases that have more than a touch of the weird. This combination gets him kidnapped by an unsavory character whose daughter has been kidnapped by an even more unsavory character -- one who is ostensibly associated with vampires. Zolotow takes the case only because his refusal will lead to a third unsavory character killing the woman he's just packed off to safety (he thought).

Being roughed up and kidnapped a few more times finally gets Zolotow to an isolated hog farm where he at last encounters a couple of individuals who aren't on the side of any of his kidnappers: Kendra, a street-smart woman who's undergone some kidnapping herself, and Daryl Johnson, an Oklahoma University student with the book-learning and lab savvy to figure out what Jimmy McDevitt is doing with all that fancy equipment on a hog farm in the middle of nowhere. Whether Johnson, Zolotow, or Kendra will survive long enough for anyone else to appreciate that insight is a bigger conundrum.

Yes, the Licking Valley Coon Hunters do appear, and Zolotow, on top of all his other adventures, gets to participate in the wrong end of a coon hunt on the Oklahoma prairie, with a rattlesnake, a butter knife, a lamp cord, and a stock tank playing significant roles. If you want to find out what -- and how the Licking Valley Coon Hunters Club got its name -- you're just going to have to read the book.

As I mentioned before, the vampires aren't at all the conventional variety. There's room to argue about whether they are vampires, but sharp teeth, torn-out throats, and blood drinking are part of their science-based bid for immortality. So is a duct-taped cooler and a substance called telomerase. (Daryl Johnson gives a very cool disquisition on it, for those of you into the technical end of sf.)

The plot advances through more rapid-fire reversals than a game of bumper cars; whenever the cavalry seems to have arrived, you can be sure it means that Zolotow is about to be plunged into deeper, smellier doo-doo. (Sometimes in a literal sense. This is set mostly on a pig farm.) The violence -- even that wreaked on Zolotow himself -- generally lacks empathy-evoking immediacy thanks to the wry humor that is a staple of hard-boiled detective fiction. When we feel for Zolotow, it's not because he's once again had the stuffing beaten out of him but because of events in quiet interludes: flashbacks to his sessions with the police psychologist he has no intention of confiding in, and to those parts of his history he has no intention of sharing with her. And when we feel with him, it's because he's had enough and is taking matters into his own hands, if only until another spin of Fortune's wheel sends him ducking for cover.

Ed Bryant's back cover blurb calls the vampires "just lagniappe." In a story this eventful and fast-moving, maybe any single element is just lagniappe. Designer drugs, genetic engineering, failed romance (Daryl Johnson has wonderfully bad timing for wanting to impress a woman), a car chase, a firefight, a flash flood, country music, and so much lying and betrayal that Martin Zolotow deems it everyone's favorite pastime in that part of Oklahoma -- there's a little bit of everything (even washing clothes in the kitchen sink) in this action-packed tale of survival, strategy, and yes, even a few blood-drinking vampires.

Reviewed by Catherine B. Krusberg