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IQ remarkable for distinct and singular voice
Book Review
By Derryll White
This is Joe Ideâs first published novel, quite remarkable for its distinct and singular voice. There have been lots of L.A. novels, from Raymond Chandler through James Ellroy, but none that have featured the intellect so clearly above brawn.
Isaiah Quintabe, as his street name IQ suggests, relies on his reasoning and intuitive powers to bring solutions to complex problems. IQ carries no weapons, even when moving through the gang-controlled territories of Los Angeles.
Joe Ide is subtly funny throughout the text and will keep the observant reader in stitches. He also produces in IQ a superb social conscience which we donât often see these days in the mystery/thriller genre.
I will look for more of Joe Ideâs work as it is released.
****
Excerpts from the novel:
DEDICATION â âI know your classes are hard,â Marcus said, âbut theyâre the pathway to your dreams. Lots of folks canât stay on their pathway or their dreams donât make sense. Look at those kids on American Idol, the ones that donât make the cut. Canât sing worth a damn and what do they always say after theyâve been humiliated? But itâs my dream and Mariah Carey said I shouldnât give up! Yeah, well, you donât have Mariah Careyâs voice so get that dumb-ass dream out of your head. What Mariah Carey should be telling them is to follow their abilities and make a dream out of what God gave them.â
PET STORE â They took a tour, Dodson not believing what people bought for their pets. âKeep your dogâs breath fresh?â he said. âYou can smell your dogâs breath you standing too close â rat food? Is that what that says? Somebody needs to tell these people you donât need no special food for a goddamn rat â oh Lord have mercy, that canât be right. Monkey diapers? Monkey diapers? You got a monkey wearing diapers you went to the wrong delivery room.â
MUSIC INDUSTRY â But then Steve Jobs came along with his fucking iTunes that strangled the CD to death and sucked the blood out of Bobbyâs revenues. And pirating. A goddamn college kid would be pissed as hell if he got his iPod stolen but had no qualms about downloading Bobbyâs music for free. Overseas was a joke. The Chinese didnât know music was something you had to pay for.â
â Derryll White once wrote books but now chooses to read and write about them. When not reading he writes history for the web at www.basininstitute.org.