Avery Dick Disappoints

dick-liberiaI had high hopes for the Avery Dick series. Diplomatic Security (DS) Agents have some of the most colorful stories in the Foreign Service trade. They walk like cops. They talk like cops. They’re security professionals steeped the gritty detail of protective service. Their beat is peculiar: sniff out bombs and throw up barricades; investigate treason and bust international scofflaws; safeguard state secrets and shuttle around with high-flying diplomats, foreign and domestic.*

That’s why I figured Dick Does Liberia for a blast: a retired DS agent narrates his return to war-torn West Africa on a detail cloaked in mystery. A glance at the chapters suggests a writer in control of his art, making the most of an unserious world: “Dankest Africa”; “Mumbo Jumbo”; “Mercy! Beaucoup”; “Juju Jamboree.” The list is long.

Parts of it deliver: “I awakened several times by what I first thought were the sounds of gunshots very close by. I reflexively took defensive action by pulling my sheet over my head and praying that it was only a neighbor being attacked…” This is the wry, self-deprecating humor we expect of a lawman in control of his situation. A little clumsy in delivery, but sardonic to the core.

It gets better: “In the morning, I identified the attackers—pear-sized almond fruits that had fallen from the trees onto the metal roof above my bed.” He calls it an “an obvious gangbang by a bunch of out-of-control nuts.”

More than a hint at self-awareness—it’s a dangerous, dirty world, but not as dangerous and dirty as it may seem. In fact if you can’t laugh at yourself and all that threatens you, stay at home and watch the tube.

I hoped such prose would fill the pages. It wasn’t to be.

Unfortunately by this point our dick Avery Dick had already checked brevity with his piece at the embassy gate, failing to bring on the banter. Much of the proceedings are delivered as monologue, reading more like the minutes of a jaded Country Team briefing or grudging welcome cable/post report than the street tough chatter between cops, the witty ripostes between men of the badge.

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2 Pumps hi rezReaders interested in a Diplomatic Security tale set on the front line of the war on terror can take a look at Two Pumps for the Body Man.

Jeff Mutton walks the diplomatic beat protecting American officials in Saudi Arabia. An expert with guns and knives, grenades and rockets, he’s survived assaults and sieges, stabbings and chokeholds, car bombs, carjackings, criminal hits, and countless other enemy threats. But instinct tells Mutton the menace he now faces dwarfs all these killers combined. The fool!—his foot fetish has him in hot water again.

Part soft-boiled noir, part literary satire, Two Pumps for the Body Man is an unserious look at a serious situation, a grim reminder that no matter how high the barricade, how sharp the razor wire, there is no front line to the War on Terror. And the enemy is everywhere, even within.

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