“Most people who come to Huntington Beach – the mecca of surfing in Southern California – do so in search of its waves and endless parties. But Ike Tucker wants to find his sister and the three men he last saw ” This summary begins Huntington Beach, A true classic of the noir genre that the publishing house Libros del Asteroid publishes in Spanish for the first time, in a more than remarkable translation by Inés Marcos. Its author, Kem Nunn, is a California novelist and screenwriter who debuted with a story that deserved to be a finalist for it. National Book Award With its publication in 1984. Nearly forty years have passed since then, but what is considered by many to be one of the great novels on surfing, and which was also an inspiration for filmmaker Kathryn Bigelow, has not aged. American director shot him they called him bodhi (1991), a cult film starring Keanu Reeves and Patrick Swayze.
Those dreamy song verses come to mind when you think of California The Mamas and the Papas: «I’d be safe and warm (I’d be safe and warm), if I was in L.A. (If I was in L.A.)», and also the peaceful memory of a slow and very orange sunset in Santa Monica. However, reading Huntington Beach reveals another face of the American West Coast, a sled ridden through which surfers, bikers, punks and drug dealers parade freely. The criminal ecosystem that Nunn portrays is in stark contrast to the powerful light of that latitude, And for this reason the author’s prose, although sober, shines like neon lights gambling on the chrome surface of the knuckle motorcycle of one of the main characters, Preston.
American author, also responsible for works such as Unsigned Territory (1986), Pomona Queen (1992), The Dogs of Winter (1997), Tijuana Straits (2004), Winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Award Sambhavna (2014),He’s frugal but precise, and knows what he’s doing: Ike, the protagonist, is looking for his sister, but he’s also looking for himself; Rubbish, Anxiously. This is the premise of the book, which also grows with the fact that Ike had never struggled before, as his life in the San Arco desert was not complicated or challenging: he grew up in the shadow of his sister’s inspiration, whom He had embarked on dozens of adventures while he carried himself. Unknownly abandoned by their mother and father, the two had grown flesh and bone. Yet Ellen was a whirlwind of bravery, while Ike melted like oil from the motorcycles fixed at his uncle’s shop, drying in the hot San Arco sun.
However, one day, two years after his sister left after a bitter incident between them, a boy comes to the workshop to find out what could have happened to her. After a brief conversation, he hands her a piece of paper with the names of three men, and tells her that Ellen went to Huntington Beach with them. Thus, Ike packs up his minimal belongings and embarks on an 18-year initiation adventure to seek her, only to reach the very center of evil. He didn’t even know the sea before he set foot there, though he knew about the turbidity of the desert dust.
it can’t be read Huntington Beach without resounding echoes of old evil as demonstrated by James M. Cain the postman always calls twice, and without hands to turn the pages, lost in the same despair and lack of opportunities. But both authors are accurate in examining the worst side of the human being, the one that hides in harsh looks, tire grease, drugs and extreme violence.
The description of the eighties atmosphere of the American west coast, still with hippie overtones, is another reason to read the work. And for lovers of boards, or even for those who just marvel at their pirates, the novel is a pleasure for which we offer you a button: “He managed to get to his feet and immediately felt that he was starting to gain more speed than usual, but because of the fine momentum, it was easy to keep his balance. Little by little the mass of water stopped his progress. slowed down and a new wave began to form. Ike leaned over and the board went smoothly under his feet. The wall rose before him, his smooth shiny face white as he ran parallel to it, no longer stumbling It was like in a foam field, but moving smoothly and quickly. I was surfing a wave.” For such fractions, capable of carrying the reader inside a waveguide tube, Huntington Beach It has also earned a place of respect among surf fans.