When a Tulane colleague disappears on a quest for some hitherto unknown Johnson recordings in the Mississippi Delta town of Greenwood, Travers goes to look for him--and walks into a murderous mess of colorful sociopaths, including a deadly teenage Elvis lookalike and a slimy record producer who not only orchestrates violent crimes but also dares to use the blues as a marketing ploy for a chain of nightclubs.
This book was such a disappointment. It had so many promising elements-a main character who teaches blues history at Tulane, a former NO Saint, a mystery involving Robert Johnson going back to 1938-but nothing ever really developed or played out. The main character was not at all likable-he never thought anything through, he was just stupid, selfish, and spent his time drinking beer or having sex. It was like a glimpse of the dregs of society and the worst the south has to offer. A completely pointless waste of time.