Deep Blue Goodbye
Deep Blue Goodbye by John D. MacDonald
A re-read of a classic - the first of the Travis McGee stories. MacDonald's knight errant is always enjoyable an acerbic foil and commentator on our modern age.
Travis lets MacDonald indulge in lots of adventure, blood and guts, and a fair share of male wish-fulfillment action, and still stand apart, observing and judging our modern world. Take this observation about credit cards:
The cards are handy, but I hate to use them. I always feel like a Thoreau armored with a Leica and a bird book. They are the little fingers of reality, reaching for your throat. A man with a credit card is in hock to his own image of himself. But these are the last remaining years of choice. In the stainless nurseries of the future, the feds will work their way through all the squalling pinkness tattooing a combination tax number and credit number on one wrist, followed closely by the I.T. and T. team putting the permanent phone number, visaphone doubtless, on the other wrist. Die and your number goes back in the bank. It will be the first provable immortality the world has ever known.
Great stuff - and always worth a read.