Suite de mes lectures de vacances.

Un roman qui se passe dans les années 50 aux Etats Unis. Le héros est un gamin black, caddy et donc pauvre. Il croise un flic blanc, sans complexe et … riche !

Leurs chemins se croisent et il n'y a guère de place pour le hasard même s'il semble que les dés soient pipés !!!

Le racisme, la corruption sont là mais le livre est attachant, drôle, surprenant, on veut croire à un monde meilleur….

J'ai entendu tout à l'heure à la radio que la première pièce de monnaie (25cts) avec l'effigie d'un noir était mise en circulation aux USA aujourd'hui !!!

Je n'ai pas trouvé en français !!!

Amazon.com
In the 1953 of Pete Dexter's Train,
Miller Packard is a sergeant in the San Diego police department who has
little time for hypocrisy or racism. He lives life as a dare, fearless
and bemused, his wife observing that he "was drawn to movement and
friction, to chance; he had to have something in play." He is also a
golfer, though not a great one. Over a game with a fat cheater named
Pinky, Packard's world collides with the troubled life of Lionel
"Train" Walk, a young African-American caddy at Brookline Country Club.
Train is a virtuoso golfer but is doomed to tote old men's clubs in a
sport that can't find a place for a young black athlete. Train also
holds a secret, a murder that has never been reported but haunts his
every step. In the volatile world of 1950s racial politics, bonds of
friendship that cross the color line are doomed, and Packard and Train
cruise towards inevitable conflagration. Dexter explores racism with a cold eye in Train–rarely
politically correct and always unafraid to find pettiness in the lives
of liberal whites, beatniks, philanthropists, and powerful
African-Americans. Outside of the purity of Train's golf swing, Dexter
finds little to celebrate in the troubled times, and every page offers
the possibility of new catastrophe. Occasionally, with this abundance
of disaster, Dexter seems to lose track, and a few of his subplots
(like the story of a hideously burned reporter who tries to uncover the
truth behind the killings on a sailboat) never quite get resolved. Yet,
Train is not a bleak novel, and Packard's detachment lends the
book an air of dark comedy. When Dexter writes, "Packard was amused
with the world at large" he could just as well be writing about
himself: curious, entertained, fascinated, but never unsettled by the
grotesquery of human existence. –Patrick O'Kellley