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Savages
Don Winslow
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Published: Jul 08, 2012
Category:
Fiction
Like this: Ben went to Berkeley. “Double major — botany and marketing, and no one asked what he was up to.” Chon was a SEAL in Afghanistan, where he learned that, after the first kill, it’s just a matter of putting assholes to sleep. They’re partners in a successful business: marijuana. How successful? Ben and Chon have a network of salesmen, a condo on a bluff overlooking the beach, and a playmate, the beautiful Ophelia. (Or O, as in Multiple O.)
So why, at the start of the book, is Chon watching a video of nine decapitated head?
Because the Mexican cartel wants to expand into Southern California.
Think the heroes have a problem?
Oliver Stone did. And he’s amped it up into the summer’s hottest movie for grown-ups. The New York Times review was a rave:
“Savages” is a daylight noir, a western, a stoner buddy movie and a love story, which is to say that it is a bit of a mess. But also a lot of fun, especially as its pulp elements rub up against some gritty geopolitical and economic themes. Rather than grandstand about these, the filmmakers embed them in a story full of ambushes, betrayals and bloody reprisals, mostly carried out by an especially vivid cast of villains and double dealers.
Here’s a preview:
The movie is, in its modern, amoral way, a kind of romp. The book is even more fun. But let’s be clear: amoral. The author seems to find no moral flaw in smoking (and growing) marijuana, frequent sex (including a threesome) and crime (lots of it, starting with the horticulture, moving on to the bribing of a DEA agent and culminating in mayhem). If that bothers you, I guess you’re entitled, though I do hope you also disapprove of lying Wall Street bankers, politicians who become lobbyists, and so on. [To buy the paperback fom Amazon, click here. For the Kindle edition, click here.]
So…assuming you’re jiggy with the amorality, let’s talk about dope. Not the quality that your dealer delivers or your friend grows in her back yard. We’re talking professional grade: "a plant that could almost get up, walk around, find a lighter, and fire itself up. Read Wittgenstein, have deep conversations about the meaning of life with you, cocreate a television series for HBO, cause peace in the Middle East.” Or, to put it in terms we all understand: You shouldn’t operate machinery if you take more than one hit.
Funny stuff — until the Mexican cartel arranges a meeting at a luxury hotel:
Chon snorts, “No.”
He turns off the laptop and begins reassembling the pretty gun.