Pale Gray for Guilt [antikvár]

Introduction i was born and raised near Bahia Mar, the Fort Lauderdale yacht basin where Travis McGee moored his poker-prize houseboat the Busted Flush. Slip F-18, as every true fan of John D. MacDonald knows. Here roamed one of American fiction's most pop- ular recurring knights—McGee, knockabout re- triever of lost fortunes, saver of spiraling souls; McGee of the deep-water tan, scarred knuckles, and untender mercies. Rugged and sentimental, fearless and flawed, he was everything a connoisseur of private-eye capers could want. "Wary of all earnestness/ is how McGee described himself— although he made exceptions when it came to his love life. Perhaps he'd have been an equally appealing char- acter had MacDonald consigned him to Manhattan, Chicago, London, or Marrakesh. But McGee lived on a boat, and there's no better place for one of those than Fort Lauderdale. Today South Florida is a prime destination for