This is Greenland’s third novel, and after reading this one,
I’ll take on one of his others. The Angry
Buddhist is a story about three brothers with a case of very intense
sibling rivalry. The oldest brother is running for re-election to Congress in
Palm Springs – funny that his name is Randall Duke, which sounds like Randy
Duke Cunningham, the disgraced and imprisoned former congressman from my own
congressional district. In this story, the fictional Randall was even dirtier
than the real Randy.
Jimmy is the middle kid, the angry Buddhist, who got
kicked off the Palm Springs Police Department for making a threat against the
Chief, Harding (Hard) Marvin, who is backing the politician running against
Randall, the beautiful and vivacious Mary Swain, a former flight attendant who
is now married to a very wealthy man who is bankrolling her run for Congress. Jimmy
is trying to turn to Buddhism as a way of managing his anger problem, although
anger is a strong trait in all of the brothers. The youngest brother is Dale, a
paraplegic who Randall managed to spring from prison just a little early so he
would look good in family photos that could be used for the campaign. Dale went
to prison to take a drug rap that was rightly Randall’s. Dale doesn’t play by
the same rules as anyone else, and he has some really bad ass friends from his recent
days in prison. Meanwhile, there’s a mysterious blogger who attacks nearly
everyone in the political process and seems to have inside information about
both the Duke and Swain campaigns. No one is able to figure out who the blogger
is, and Greenland skillfully hides that info until the very end of the book – I
didn’t figure that one out. There’s also Maxon Brae, Randall’s sociopathic
campaign manager, and Nadine Never, the former touring tennis pro, now a local
tennis teacher, whose bisexual activities intertwine among the principal
players in this story. She becomes the victim of murder around which the story
swings. Greenland fills out the tale with some other interesting characters.
The story is mostly a tongue-in-cheek look at the shenanigans that go on behind
the political scene. It was a fun read with good humor and the dark moments
were always too obviously contrived to do anything but laugh at the cleverness
of it. At times, the writing was poetic. Take the opening lines: “In the desert
the sun is an anarchist. Molecules madly dance beneath the relentless glare.
Unit gives way to chaos. And every day, people lose their minds.” The character
development was good, and the dialogue was sometimes intentionally cheesy. It
was entertaining, an “airplane book.”