On the same day that Roy Cady is diagnosed with a terminal illness, he senses that his boss, a dangerous loan-sharking bar-owner, wants him dead. Known “without affection” to members of the boss’s crew as “Big Country” on account of his long hair, beard, and cowboy boots, Roy is alert to the possibility that a routine assignment could be a deathtrap. Which it is. Yet what the would-be killers do to Roy Cady is not the same as what he does to them, which is to say that after a smoking spasm of violence, they are mostly dead and he is mostly alive.
Before Roy makes his getaway, he realizes there are two women in the apartment, one of them still breathing, and he sees something in her frightened, defiant eyes that causes a fateful decision. He takes her with him as he goes on the run from New Orleans to Galveston, Texas—an action as ill-advised as it is inescapable. The girl’s name is Rocky, and she is too young, too tough, too sexy—and far too much trouble. Roy, Rocky, and her sister hide in the battered seascape of Galveston’s country-western bars and fleabag hotels, a world of treacherous drifters, pickup trucks, and ashed-out hopes. Any chance that they will find safety there is soon lost. Rocky is a girl with quite a story to tell, one that will pursue and damage Roy for a very long time to come.
Nic Pizzolotto’s debut novel, Galveston, is noir at its gritty, southern best.
Atmospheric and visceral, the story follows an unlikely trio as they flee New Orleans for Galveston, Texas. Pizzolotto gives us a glimpse of the seedy underbelly of the south and the violent, brutal characters who inhabit it.
The story is less about redemption and more about the dogged tenacity of humanity. The plot is clever; the characters as muddy and mysterious as the region they inhabit.
Filled with blunt, poignant metaphors, Galveston is a gripping read that is hard to set aside even once you’ve reached the end.