waiting for enekoitz ramirez
Since we last left him feeling conned, disillusioned and with the smell of prison about him in the fascinating Camembert helburu, we haven’t heard from Lanbas. He’s back and he’s accompanied by the top class chefs that have become our gurus. Well, accompanied is probably not the right word, rather circumstances and his new “job” have forced them together.
You won’t see Enekoitz Ramirez posing in a raincoat like one of those tough American private eyes, and he does not have the attraction of Delon or Belmondo in French polar. He does possess the Calvinistic loyalty of the Scandinavian nor does he have the whiff of fried batter squid rings that is associated with the Spanish detective. To start off with, Enekoitz Ramirez is not a cop, an ex-cop or even a private detective. He is a criminal. Thanks to Enekoitz Ramirez, we can experience a crime novel through the eyes of a criminal. But he’s not like the psychopathic point of view we get from the American novels. Enekoitz Ramirez is a criminal and through him we experience his investigations and discoveries in his land of shade and darkness. Like a small fish, Lanbas navigates his way through the police, his customers, lawyers and “friends” in an effort to avoid being trapped in a net.
But skipping and jumping from pool to lake, it’s impossible to find calm waters for this guy. He has too many bruises to undress in front of anybody. Ironic with friends and cynical and sarcastic with the world. He has hardly any friends. His is the hedonism of the condemned. Romantic in the destructive sense of the word. A bad gambler who bets to lose. Enekoitz Raimirez is the type of saint and martyr who you will never see on any alter in any of our towns and villages. Those of us who love the Noir genre have greatly deserved his return. We deserve to know what he is up to right now.
You won’t see Enekoitz Ramirez posing in a raincoat like one of those tough American private eyes, and he does not have the attraction of Delon or Belmondo in French polar. He does possess the Calvinistic loyalty of the Scandinavian nor does he have the whiff of fried batter squid rings that is associated with the Spanish detective. To start off with, Enekoitz Ramirez is not a cop, an ex-cop or even a private detective. He is a criminal. Thanks to Enekoitz Ramirez, we can experience a crime novel through the eyes of a criminal. But he’s not like the psychopathic point of view we get from the American novels. Enekoitz Ramirez is a criminal and through him we experience his investigations and discoveries in his land of shade and darkness. Like a small fish, Lanbas navigates his way through the police, his customers, lawyers and “friends” in an effort to avoid being trapped in a net.
But skipping and jumping from pool to lake, it’s impossible to find calm waters for this guy. He has too many bruises to undress in front of anybody. Ironic with friends and cynical and sarcastic with the world. He has hardly any friends. His is the hedonism of the condemned. Romantic in the destructive sense of the word. A bad gambler who bets to lose. Enekoitz Raimirez is the type of saint and martyr who you will never see on any alter in any of our towns and villages. Those of us who love the Noir genre have greatly deserved his return. We deserve to know what he is up to right now.
