Addy Zantz is like a cold-blooded animal, taking his emotions from his environment as some creatures take their body heat from the sun. He’s an Uber driver, working what he calls the River Styx, the loop from LAX to various hotels, all the while investigating the fully clothed-drowning death of Annie Linden, music legend and a customer who turned into a friend. Annie was a contemporary of Joni Mitchell, and seemed to resemble Mitchell in feeling shut off from the world, taking tentative steps into reality through music and trips in Addy’s car, when she sampled humanity in tiny sips. At first, Addy’s investigation seems borne of nothing else to do. But when a friend, an orthodox Jew who’s too much of a stoner to save himself from the accusation, is accused of the crime, with Addy as an accessory, the cabbie must hit the road hard to find out what really happened to Annie. As the best noirs do, The Last Songbird stays inside the mind of its investigator even while the case casts its glance from distant acquaintances to distant times and decisions. This one keeps returning to the same questions even as it explores the possibilities: who was Annie really? And if Addy finds that out, can he find himself? If you liked T. Jefferson Parker’s A Thousand Steps, try this.
