I really enjoyed this book. A few repetitious scenarios and a few wrong notes struck by Dave's moralizing voice. But overall a great tale, told very well, in a great American crime series. ( )

Found the book in my 'pile' of books I've already read. I think I read it sometime in 2006. It was enjoyable and because I know a little bit about the New Orleans area I enjoyed the familiar names. ( )

This book is yet another in the series featuring Detective Dave Robicheaux of New Iberia and New Orleans in Louisiana.

Although I am addicted to this character and all of his inherent flaws, the series is beoming a little stylised and predictable. He is among my most cherieshed crime genre authors (along with: Michael Connelly (my favourite), John Connolly and a host of Britisih authors) and is immensely popular. I think it is time - even given the character's advancing years - to give Dave a slightly new direction and slant. With the religous undertones in the book(s) - I think this could be achieved, without dispensing the core elements of his persona, and give the character a breath of unpredictability and new found flair.

Still there would no doubt be, a legion of Dave Robicheaux fans, who would decry this as sacrelige and continue to enjoy the character's tunnel vision and violent path to destruction. One very dispensable associate of his are the wives, whom regularly meet with death by disease of violence and appear to be an item of disposable collateral. No doubt this allows the character to dally without attracting a further stigma of adultery and introduces a cast of very colourful female players into the various scripts.

I see Dave as a modern day Robin Hood, who dispenses his brand of justice upon the miscreants of colourful, Louisiana society along with his trusty sidekick Clete. This appeals to a lot of readers, I think, whom like to see perpetrators of crime and violence, given their come uppance, when the "system" appears to be weighted in their favour, rather than the "ordinary" person. Perhaps there are even darker places for Dave to go?

Still in all - I found this to be another page turner that I romped through. A good read, indeed!
Cheers ( )

Not Burke's best in the Dave Robicheaux series, but a very good read, written to his usual high standards of place description ( )

Last Car to Elysian Fields is the thirteenth book in James Lee Burke's Dave Robicheaux series. In this installment, Dave is on his own. Alafair has gone off to school and his third wife, Bootsy has died. When his friend Father Jimmie Dolan is threatened because his actions are making the wrong people angry, Dave tries to throw some interference.

Dave also begins to look into the mysterious disappearance of a old blues singer, Junior Crudup, who went into Angola prison but never came out, nor did he die according to any prison records. And between these two story lines, Dave ends up face-to-face with an IRA assassin, kidnapped, and suspended.

Many series will be stale by book thirteen, but James Lee Burke somehow manages to keep Dave and Clete from ever becoming old or cliche. I listened to this book on audio read by Mark Hammer, and as I've mentioned before I do not think there is a better match of reader and book. Experiencing a Dave Robicheaux novel read by Mark Hammer is something every crime fiction fan should indulge in at some time, even if you're one of those people who believe you don't like listening to audio books. This is a purely magical experience. Hammer's gritty sound coupled with his seemingly natural ability to nail all the dialects is amazing in and of itself. But when you couple it with his interpretation of Burke's words and themes, the experience becomes heavenly. In this book alone, Hammer has the regular southern dialect of the main characters but he also seamlessly alternates to a thick Irish brogue and an Italian mobster accent. A "failure to communicate" is a common occurrence in Dave Robicheaux novels, as the reader will find through the repetition of the single word "what?" Through Hammer's voice, you can hear confusion from this word, you can hear frustration, you might hear anger. But that simple word is the best example of how Hammer interprets the novel, he NEVER just reads the novel.

Burke, of course, is well-known for his distinct talent at developing setting, the Louisiana bayou setting. But his characters are also exquisitely developed in each novel. One of the elements of his writing that keeps me coming back time after time is the uncanny way Burke evokes both loathing and sympathy from me for almost every character. He can create a revolting antagonist, but there will be some point in the book where I feel sorry for the poor sap. It never fails. And I end up asking myself, "why do you feel sorry for this guy?" And then my brain is in overdrive, and I devour books that ignite that process inside me. The books that make you look beyond the black and white and see all the gray that's really there. Dave Robicheaux, Burke's protagonist, is not always a likable character. And Burke challenges his readers to reach deep down inside and make a connection with this man. I think this particular book points that challenge out rather explicitly through the character of Castille LeJeune who repeatedly tells Dave that the meaning of his literal words is eluding LeJeune.

Clete Purcel is one of my favorite characters in crime fiction, but I don't think I'd ever want to know him in reality. I sure wouldn't want to get on his bad side. But what reader can resist Clete's witticisms? Or his undying devotion to Dave? And Helen Soileau's sarcasm is equally entertaining. These two characters do a lot to lighten the heaviness of Burke's tone.

James Lee Burke manages to do what few authors can, he manages to make me believe that each book I read is better than the one before it. That is an amazing accomplishment! ( )