Darker Than Amber: A Travis McGee Novel

By John D. MacDonald and Lee Child

From a beloved master of crime fiction, Darker Than Amber is one of many classic novels featuring Travis McGee, the hard-boiled detective who lives on a houseboat.
 
A fishing trip is anything but relaxing when Travis McGee is involved. As McGee and his friend Meyer settle down to some midnight casting, a woman falls into the water from the bridge above them. Her name is Evangeline, and the hints she gives about the events leading to her near drowning suggest a less than pristine past. But McGee has saved her, and now he wants to see her make a new life—even if it means confronting a gang of murderers that makes his blood run cold.
 
“John D. MacDonald is a shining example for all of us in his field.”—Mary Higgins Clark
 
Evangeline may be the intended target in a complex scheme, but she’s no ordinary victim. Behind her darker than amber eyes is a woman who lures men onto her boat and robs them, throwing them overboard when she’s done with them. And now she’s enlisted the resistant Travis and Meyer to rescue her “savings” from her partners in crime.
 
When Evangeline winds up dead, McGee and Meyer must get involved. But the stakes are high—and Evangeline may not be the only casualty of her cruel game.
 
Features a new Introduction by Lee Child

• Language: English
• Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
• Release date: Jan 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9780307826688

Reviews for Darker Than Amber

[sidwilliams · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I read and loved many of John D. MacDonald's Travis McGee novels in my high school and college years. I read most of the titles and wrapped up with a hardcover purchase of The Lonely Silver Rain.While it has an exciting opening sequence, Darker Than Amber (1966) somehow lost me when I started it back in the day, having secured a paperback copy from The Book Nook in Alexandria, LA, where I often scanned the shelves for detective works I'd read about. My dad read it through and liked it, but I guess the opening passage was a bit slow for me in my younger years.McGee, you probably know, was a houseboat-dwelling beach bum who took his ongoing retirement in chunks. When funds grew low, he'd take on a salvage job. Recover money or property for someone in exchange for half the value to fund a little more free time of boating, fishing and otherwise enjoying life. McGee had frequent female guests aboard, often for complex though brief relationships.When Darker Than Amber opens, he's fishing with his pal Meyer. Meyer's an economist who occupies a boat called the John Maynard Keynes a few slips away from Trav's F-18 at the Fort Lauderdale marina known as Bahia Mar marina. Meyer and Trav's motorboat is anchored beneath a South Florida bridge when a girl's hurled over the railing with weights on her feet. Trav dives to save her and manages to unfurl the wires holding the weights in place, ripping of his shirt to help with the tightly-wrapped metal. Fortunately her would-be killers didn't have time for concrete galoshes. He takes her back to his houseboat, The Busted Flush and soon learns she's named Vangie, short for Evangeline, though she has about as many aliases as Brigid O'Shaughnessy in The Maltese Falcon. The color of the titleVangie seems to be of Hawaiian island lineage and has eyes that provide the book's color title, a conceit devised by MacDonald to help buyers differentiate the books they'd already read. A former prostitute, we learn Vangie gained a conscience while serving as bait in a con game she's a little vague about as she hangs out aboard the Flush, donning duds left behind by previous guests. She bonds a bit with McGee though he turns down a sexual encounter and winds up posing for a few photos for Meyer. Then she's off to pick up dough she siphoned off from the con games from a hiding place she's hopeful her former accomplices haven't discovered.Mild spoilers past this pointMcGee's soon at the morgue using a ruse to check the body of a hit-and-run victim, and yes it's Vangie. Feeling a sense of duty as well as a desire to pick up the funds she might not have accessed, McGee sets off to find out what Vangie was a part of. Soon, McGee's got her hidden cash and is unraveling the con game with a murderous component and devising an elaborate scheme of his own to rattle the bad guys and exact justice. That includes a dangerous character named Ans Terry, who has a touch of a conscience but a brutal side as well. He was kind of forced to throw Vangie off the bridge.I guess originally the opening dragged a little for me. On this reading at a more patient age, it flowed well and overall it offers an interesting and different entry point into the adventure for McGee.The scheme Vangie was part of is a bit complicated, and the pains and lengths McGee and Meyer go to in order to rattle the culprits make up the latter part of the action. This is not my favorite McGee because it all seems just a little shaky and strained, but it eventually comes together well with some satisfying action, a bit of McGee role playing and an exciting climax. The book features many South Florida locations and offers a look into the cruise industry of the mid-sixties as well. Any McGee is a fun and rich reading experience. I'm happy to have returned and taken this additional step toward being a McGee completist. I still have a few steps to go.I should note I saw the movie version with Rod Taylor on TV in the early '80s with a trimmed version of the famous fight scene between Taylor as McGee and William Smith as the Terry character sans the Ans. I didn't care for the film either back in the day. Re-watching it today in uncut form, I think it does a good job overall with the novel, is pretty true to the McGee spirit and dishes up a pretty cool fight scene directed by Robert Clouse who was destined for Bruce Lee's Enter the Dragon. Taylor's a pretty good McGee as well. Makes me a little sad the planned movie series didn't pan out.

[henrimoreaux · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I previously read this 8 years ago alone having not read any others but this year found a set of the Travis McGee books I've read the first six so figured I would revisit this one. I can say having the back story of all the capers thus far and a better background of the character does give the book a lot more depth. Whilst I don't think it was quite has good as the prior three books it was still a good yarn.

[ikeman100 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

What can I say? Another grood Travis McGee thriller by the great John D. MacDonald. He was the Lee Child of the 1960s. Fun reads and well done

[davewilde-1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

“Darker Than Amber” is the seventh novel in the 21-novel strong Travis McGee series. It is one of the tightest written books in the series and truly focuses like a laser beam on the problem at hand. McGee, if you are unfamiliar with the series, lives on a 52-foot houseboat, “The Busted Flush.” He works when he needs money or when someone or something drops in his lap. He is in the “salvage business,” meaning that he helps people get back money misappropriated from them and claims half the proceeds as his share. It’s a different way to make a living. He is not a detective and often operates on his own terms, outside legal boundaries.

McGee specializes in fixing wounded sparrows and other stray persons that are found on his doorstep. In a flashback, he explains that he had just finished spending ten days onboard his boat with Virginia (“Vidge”), who had “come rocketing down from Atlanta, in wretched shape emotionally, trying to find out who she used to be before three years of a sour marriage had turned her into somebody she didn’t even like anymore.” Again, MacDonald does a great job in describing Vidge, “like so many other mild nice people, was a natural-born victim.” McGee focuses often on people whose spirit has been not just wounded, but ground into the dirt till all the sunshine has been poured out of the person’s eyes. “After three years of Charlie, she was gaunted, shrill, shaky, and couldn’t tell you what time it was without her eyes filling with tears.” MacDonald has an art to his writing where he captures the emotional turmoil and desperation that people go through and the depths to which they travel.

But McGee’s ten days with Vidge is just a digression. This story is about the woman who drops into his lap literally while he was fishing under a bridge with his buddy, Meyer. This woman (“Vangie”) drops from the bridge with her legs tied with wire to a cement block. He and Meyer nurse her back to human life and find that she has been a call girl for twelve years, but has been involved in some horrible scheme so fantastic that the others involved have to kill her to prevent the truth from leaking. It is some scheme involving roping in persons on cruise ships and there are hundreds of thousands of dollars at stake to the operators.

There is money involved, but the con game is so chilling, so twisted, so evil, that McGee and Meyer take it upon themselves to act as the white knights in shining armor and take on the ring and expose it for what it is. This is the tightest and one of the smoothest written of the McGee stories and is highly recommended.

[leslie398 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This 7th entry in the Travis McGee series is the first one in which McGee's neighbor & friend Meyer has a major role. I liked the dynamic between Meyer & McGee and Meyer balances out McGee's personality. However, I find the attitudes to women & sex sometimes mildly offensive; interestingly I think McGee is much more of a "love 'em and leave 'em" guy than James Bond ever was (at least in the books). I realize that these books are very much of their times (mid 60s) but passages like "I was a prude, in my own fashion. I had been emotionally involved a few times with women with enough of a record of promiscuity to make me vaguely uneasy. It is difficult to put much value on something the lady has distributed all too generously." make me cringe especially since this standard of behavior clearly isn't intended to be applied to McGee himself!

[terrygraap · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Another good book in the Travis McGee series by John MacDonald. McGee breaks up a prostitution and murder ring. He plays a good con game on one of the prostitutes.

[snat_3 · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Holy shit snacks. I can't believe I read the whole thing. First off, let's get one thing straight. Reading this was a dare. All parties involved, including myself, knew I would most likely despise this book and find it a vile-coated offering with a noxious nougat center. I started to shelve this bad boy as "book rape" until I remembered that I had willingly agreed to subject myself to this slow torture and I didn't even have to be double dog dared. I'm that kid from A Christmas Story who would willingly lick the frozen flag pole just because someone thinks I won't. I may need to reassess my response to challenges after this. Oh, and I should also state that there are likely to be spoilers. In Darker Than Amber, Travis McGee and his whip smart buddy Meyer are fishing under a bridge in the middle of the night when somebody drops a perfectly good whore over the bridge (people are so wasteful--she had lots of good tricks left in her), chained to a cement block. McGee rescues her and thus stumbles upon a prostitution ring that has a habit of lovin' up and then killing its johns by dumping them off cruise liners. McGee decides this must end because whoring is wrong (*cough* hypocrite *cough*) and oh, yeah, one of the prostitutes has $32,000 stashed somewhere that's his if he can find it. So, without further adieu, let the hatin' begin: A) You know, it's actually kind of hard to truly hate this book because it's so dated it reads almost as a parody of itself. Every man in here is all hopped up on testosterone and adrenaline, while all of the women are highly sexualized nymphettes. Men are meant for fighting and women are meant for screwing after the fighting is done. The only thing differentiating the men is whether or not there's a brain behind the brawn and athletic prowess. The only thing that differentiates the women is cup size and whether or not you will have to leave money on the nightstand after the screwing is done. B) From what I gather, Travis McGee is a beloved literary figure. Well, I can certainly see why. Nothing is more lovable than a misogynistic sea cock (which I shall forever think of him as after he describes having a cleverly hidden stash in the boat's sea cock and I thought, "No, sir, you are the sea cock.") One might argue that, no, McGee doesn't hate women--look at how many women have had the exquisite and life changing opportunity to experience his magical sea cock. One would be a dumb ass to argue such. Sleeping with women doesn't equate respecting women. At one point, Meyer tells McGee, "You like women as people. You do not think of them as objects placed here by a benign providence for your use and pleasure." To which I say, bull shit. I don't like the cut of that gibberish. All he does is objectify them. After a lengthy description of their sexual attributes--after every swell of breast has been noted, after every curve of hip has been catalogued, after every ass has been analyzed--he immediately culls these potential sexual conquests into one of two categories: worthy of the sea cock and not worthy of the sea cock. Depending upon to which group a woman belongs, she can expect to be called "kitten," "pussycat," "honey," "broad," "punchboard," "slut," "whore," or "bitch." I detect a strong whiff of misogyny in the air. C.a) But at least McGee uses his sexual prowess for good sometimes. In the beginning of the novel, he regales us with the story of Vidge, a housewife who worries that she has become "frigid" after her domineering husband has made her doubt her own sexuality. Poor Vidge. She'll never enjoy sex again. Paging Dr. Cock! Dr. Sea Cock! Oh, McGee has the cure for what ails her. He takes her "swimming, fishing, beachcombing, skindiving" and then takes her pants off after he's tired her out to the point of least resistance (life was so much tougher before roofies) and reminds her of why it's good to be a woman. McGee found some "pleasure in the missionary work"--pun intended?--but it's something of a sacrifice because "dealing at close range with a batch of acquired neuroses can make your ears ring for a week." C.b) What's good for the gander apparently isn't good for the goose. Despite his admission that he's done his fair share of sleeping around, McGee seems to think that too much sex can ruin a good woman. From the philosophical musings of McGee: "I have the feeling there is some mysterious quota, which varies with each woman. And whether she gives herself or sells herself, once she reaches her own number, once X pairs of hungry hands have been clamped tightly upon her rounded undersides, she suffers a sea change wherein her juices alter from honey to acid, her eyes change to glass, her heart becomes a stone, and her mouth a windy cave from whence, with each moisturous gasping, comes a tiny stink of death." Right. So we women apparently die a little each time we sleep with someone new. But maybe that's because our morals have been compromised, whereas, when McGee shags nasty, he's just out there doing the Lord's work amongst the frigid masses. What an asshat. C.c) Sleeping with hundreds of women? Living on a houseboat? Specializing in frigidity reduction therapy? Does anyone else see a connection between Travis McGee and Leon "The Ladies Man" Phelps? I fully expected McGee to proposition a woman with the old, "Hey, sweet thang. Can I buy you a fish sandwich?" D) After saving Vangie (the aforementioned whore), McGee seems to have respect for her intelligence and is actually proud of her refusal to scream after being tossed to her death. However, after a second and more successful attempt is made to kill Vangie, McGee seems to suffer from "When they're dead, they're just hookers!" syndrome. Suddenly, he begins rhapsodizing about how "she was a cheap, sloppy, greedy slut" and philosophically wondering, "Wasn't the world maybe just a little bit better off minus one slut?" This inconsistency in character continued throughout the novel and really made me dislike McGee because I felt I could never really get a firm hold on the character. Is he meant to be a likable scofflaw, a salty Casanova, a greedy knight in somewhat tarnished armor? And this isn't the result of complexity of character. What he would say or do at one point in the novel was often at complete odds with something he said or did at another point in the novel. If anything, I'd say he suffers from a lack of definition and is often as 2 dimensional as the female characters. E) I was baffled by the whole plan to bring down the prostitution ring in the end. It seems like Meyer and McGee go to some ridiculously complicated lengths when simpler ones would have sufficed. Like the whole hiring an actress to play Vangie bit or the buying a doll and making it look like Vangie to freak out her killer. Yeah, because nothing messes with the mind of a stone cold killer like the old Madame Alexander porcelain doll scheme. Those dolls are creepy as shit. After finishing this book and giving an audible sigh of relief, I noticed the promo for the next book: "Now that you've finished this Travis McGee adventure, we bet you can't wait for another exciting case. To satisfy your craving, please turn the page . . . " In case you're wondering, I did not turn the page as this is where I and Travis "Sea Cock" McGee shall forever part ways.

[datrappert · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I don't know that I have ever read two Travis McGee books back-to-back. Usually, one can only take so much of the guy. But the previous entry in the series, Bright Orange for the Shroud, while being terribly mean to most of its women characters, is still rather happy by McGee standards. Darker than Amber, like Bright Orange, centers on a group of con men and women--but in this case, their game is deadly. The book's opening, with McGee and Meyer pleasantly fishing for snook when a girl with her feet wired to a cement block drops into the water beside them (fouling McGee's line) is a classic. From there, this is a very dark work, enlivened by the partnership of McGee and Meyer (an economist who also owns a boat), which is far different than any alliances McGee has formed up to this point. And unlike a few of those other alliances, the author's love for Meyer is so evidently strong that you can't imagine him meeting a tragic end. (Of course, the fact that he isn't a woman gives him a better chance of surviving any McGee novel.)In any case, McGee, with a lot of Meyer's help, weaves a web of deception that is beautiful to behold in ensnaring the bad guys, and he does it with a malevolence and cold-bloodedness that is truly breathtaking. Along the way, we learn that McGee can hold his breath for a long time, resist bedding a beautiful woman if she is a prostitute, speak a few words of Italian, and all sorts of other useful skills for a "salvage expert".The character of Meyer sets this book apart, since he does most of the philosophizing and moralizing rather than it coming from McGee. Somehow, coming from Meyer, it seems a little more natural. And I subscribe wholly to Jung's theory of "The I" and "The Not I" that Meyer relates, saying he read about it in a book by a woman whose name he doesn't remember. It was Mary Esther Harding. Lots of copies available on abebooks.com.