Dev Haskell, that dysfunctional, bumbling, crazy babe magnet of a PI is back on the case in yet another whacky yet suspenseful tale filled with quirky characters frighteningly too close to real life to be wholly fictional. Dev is to detectives and solving cases what rabbits feet are to good luck. The outcome may be desirable but the rabbit comes out with a limp.
Bite Me opens with Dev trying to escape a night of good lovin’ that ends in dawn’s early light with a violent and insane babe wielding a knife. Dev barely escapes with most of his clothes but he has lost his equilibrium, his car keys and his pride. But, all is not lost. The oddball lover, Kiki helps him land a dream job–roviding security for a couple of whacked-out ‘patriot’ radio station operators who don’t need it. They have zero listeners and no callers, let alone threatening wanna be assassins driven to mayhem by listening to their 15 minute, four times a day broadcast of right wing hooey diatribes. But when a few days into the job the nut cases decide to hold a press conference attended by practically nobody and a drive by shooting goes down, Dev starts to wonder.
Dev Haskell is one of the looniest and most enjoyable characters inhabiting the world of fictional PIs out there today. Mike Faricy has managed to not only maintain the level of quirky and humorous entertainment to be found from novel to novel, but he also adds a level of edginess that lends a seriousness to the laughs in a way that masters like Carl Hiaasen and James W. Hall have previously occupied by themselves.
Wry, cynical humor and a noirish flavor that just gets better from book to book are Faricy’s stock in trade and will make the reader go looking for the next installment from the Minnesota native who splits his years between St. Paul and Dublin, Ireland. When not writing, researching and plotting Dev’s next misadventure (and one can easily imagine, spending a few hours at The Spot Bar) he is a reporter and columnist for local publications and also plays bagpipes in the Brian Boru Irish Pipe Band. That last fact may just be the impetus for his writing. No one ever claimed that a bag piper didn’t need any other source of income to replenish his beer money.