1981. The last issue (Episode? Installment?) I read of the Hawk series was #13- The Hawaiian Takeover which was really cheesy. I mean, it was fun but it was mad corny. This one was so much better. Better writing, better story. Hawk wasn’t such a Superman. The background: Hawk is mega super rich. “More money than some smaller countries” rich. He was a reporter doing a story, got some woman killed and with her dying breath cursed him with her fortune. The poor bastard. Now he’s on the run from people trying to get the money and the IRS and other government agencies from around the world. He’s the most badass reporter that has ever lived. He fights, he fucks, he shoots, he drives, he Sherlock Holmes. In this installment he starts off in the Caribbean. He’s been hiding out here for a while. Fishing and banging chicks. He has a lovely evening set aside for a looker with no personality. He has one local friend, a native Frenchman who is delivering him a letter. Two motorcycle guys try to take out the friend. He survives. Delivers letter. It’s from the daughter of his old daredevil friend, Whip. A shot is fired. Don’t worry though, it’s only hit the lady. Hawk hides behind her body for cover. Mentally justifies it. Ha! Hawk and local friend escape out the back to his always ready Jeep. Car chase through a volcano. Both bad guys are killed in extravagant ways. Hawk heads to New Orleans per letters request. Friend’s daughter, Jinx, wants Hawk to convince her dad to retire. Hawk shows up just in time to see friend die on bed of spikes after failing a jump. He suspects foul play. Stays to investigate. Joins on stunt show as one of the main attractions.
We’ve got lots of motorcycle talk, daredevil shenanigans, rattlesnakes, outlaw bikers, CIA striptease, an angry little person (I couldn’t help but picture Mickey from Seinfeld for this guy), an old friend’s sexy daughter, an old friends sexy “Oriental” wife (eh-hem). Don’t worry, Hawk bangs them both. I mean, his friend IS dead.
The story was pretty entertaining and not in a completely ridiculous way. By the end I was fully enveloped in the mystery and even the epic last stunt which was surprising because daredevil stunts are not my cup of tea. I actually kind of hate motorcycles. But I guess there is a difference between reading about them and having to listen to them.
Jove books- 1981
\\\\ Review by Nick Anderson Instagram:@next_stop_willoughy
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