It is with a sense of relief that I finished this book. I meant to give up on it several times, but I didn't. I wanted to find out who did the murder, I guess. This is why I rated it 2 stars instead of 1. It is not a very good book.
The writer's style is out-and-out annoying. He apparently thinks that he invented the simile, and almost every paragraph contains one: "Darkness spread over the plains like a magician's cloak" and my personal favorite, the body of a character who was shot jerked around "like a dyspeptic hip-hop dancer." Add to this word usage that was at times strange: "his pissant demise", etc. And one character's name changed spelling twice. You get the idea. Hemingway he's not.
The story was an average mystery with a cast of completely unlikable characters: corrupt cops, murderous bums, and every other sort of creepy individual. The "hero," Diaz, spends 40% of his time trying to solve the crime, and 60% drinking and trying to get sex from someone...anyone...everyone! He is often successful, since everyone in San Miguel is as obsessed with sex as he is. I don't know how anyone gets anything done.
This is a low brow book that is not for easily offended people or English teachers.