(Critical Survey of Contemporary Fiction)

In the judgment of Charles Portis’ devoted fans, he doesn’t produce books nearly often enough. In a career that began with NORWOOD in 1966, GRINGOS is only his fifth novel, and there has been more than a five-year wait since its predecessor, MASTERS OF ATLANTIS (1985). That wonderfully quirky tale of benign cranks and inept con-men deserved a much better reception than it got, but it isn’t the first Portis to give to a potential convert. GRINGOS, however, is a marvelous introduction to the world of one of the funniest—and finest—contemporary American writers.

Like all of Portis’ novels except NORWOOD, GRINGOS is a first-person narrative, and much of its charm resides in the beguiling voice of its narrator and protagonist, Jimmy Burns. A native of Louisiana, the forty-one-year-old Burns is a longtime resident of Merida, on the Yucatan peninsula. He has made a living in various ways, most notably in the high-stakes business of discovering and selling pre-Columbian antiquities; as the novel begins, he is doing small hauling jobs with his venerable Chevy truck and keeping an eye out for runaways and fugitives (who will bring a finder’s fee).

Burns’s routine is interrupted by a series of seemingly unrelated events leading to a confrontation with a murderous hippie presiding over a bizarre New Age gathering on a pyramid in the jungle. GRINGOS is a detective story of sorts, with Burns the hard-boiled knight errant, and a roundabout love story, too; the framework of the plot accommodates encounters with a whole gallery of characters such as only Portis could create, ranging from maverick archaeologist Doc Flandin to the mysterious beggar known as El Obispo. Readers will finish this book...

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