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From a beloved master of crime fiction, Dress Her in Indigo is one of many classic novels featuring Travis McGee, the hard-boiled detective who lives on a houseboat.
 
Travis McGee could never deny his old friend anything. So before Meyer even says please, McGee agrees to accompany him to Mexico to reconstruct the last mysterious months of a young woman’s life—on a fat expense account provided by the father who has lost touch with her. They think she’s fallen in with the usual post-teenage misfits and rebels. What they find is stranger, kinkier, and far more deadly.
 
“To diggers a thousand years from now, the works of John D. MacDonald would be a treasure on the order of the tomb of Tutankhamen.”—Kurt Vonnegut
 
All Meyer’s friend wants to know is whether his daughter was happy before she died in a car accident south of the border. But when McGee and Meyer step foot in the hippie enclave in Oaxaca that had become Bix Bowie’s last refuge, they get more than they bargained for.
 
Not only had Bix made a whole group of dangerous, loathsome friends, but she was also mixed up in trafficking heroin into the United States. By the time she died, she was a shell of her former self. And the more McGee looks into things, the less accidental Bix’s death starts to seem.
 
Features a new Introduction by Lee Child

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Praise for John D. MacDonald and the Travis McGee novels
 
The great entertainer of our age, and a mesmerizing storyteller.”—Stephen King
 
“My favorite novelist of all time . . . All I ever wanted was to touch readers as powerfully as John D. MacDonald touched me. No price could be placed on the enormous pleasure that his books have given me. He captured the mood and the spirit of his times more accurately, more hauntingly, than any ‘literature’ writer—yet managed always to tell a thunderingly good, intensely suspenseful tale.”—Dean Koontz
 
“To diggers a thousand years from now, the works of John D. MacDonald would be a treasure on the order of the tomb of Tutankhamen.”—Kurt Vonnegut
 
“A master storyteller, a masterful suspense writer . . . John D. MacDonald is a shining example for all of us in the field. Talk about the best.”—Mary Higgins Clark
 
“A dominant influence on writers crafting the continuing series character . . . I envy the generation of readers just discovering Travis McGee, and count myself among the many readers savoring his adventures again.”—Sue Grafton
 
“One of the great sagas in American fiction.”—Robert B. Parker
 
“Most readers loved MacDonald’s work because he told a rip-roaring yarn. I loved it because he was the first modern writer to nail Florida dead-center, to capture all its languid sleaze, racy sense of promise, and breath-grabbing beauty.”—Carl Hiaasen
 
“The consummate pro, a master storyteller and witty observer . . . John D. MacDonald created a staggering quantity of wonderful books, each rich with characterization, suspense, and an almost intoxicating sense of place. The Travis McGee novels are among the finest works of fiction ever penned by an American author and they retain a remarkable sense of freshness.”—Jonathan Kellerman
 
“What a joy that these timeless and treasured novels are available again.”—Ed McBain
 
“Travis McGee is the last of the great knights-errant: honorable, sensual, skillful, and tough. I can’t think of anyone who has replaced him. I can’t think of anyone who would dare.”—Donald Westlake
 
“There’s only one thing as good as reading a John D. MacDonald novel: reading it again. A writer way ahead of his time, his Travis McGee books are as entertaining, insightful, and suspenseful today as the moment I first read them. He is the all-time master of the American mystery novel.”—John Saul

About the Author

John D. MacDonald was an American novelist and short-story writer. His works include the Travis McGee series and the novel The Executioners, which was adapted into the film Cape Fear. In 1962 MacDonald was named a Grand Master of the Mystery Writers of America; in 1980, he won a National Book Award. In print he delighted in smashing the bad guys, deflating the pompous, and exposing the venal. In life, he was a truly empathetic man; his friends, family, and colleagues found him to be loyal, generous, and practical. In business, he was fastidiously ethical. About being a writer, he once expressed with gleeful astonishment, “They pay me to do this! They don’t realize, I would pay them.” He spent the later part of his life in Florida with his wife and son. He died in 1986.

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On that early afternoon in late August, Meyer and I walked through the canvas tunnel at Miami International and boarded a big bird belonging to Aeronaves de Mexico for the straight shot to Mexico City. We were going first class because it was all a private and personal and saddening mission at the behest of a very sick and fairly rich man.

We had the bulkhead seats on the port side because I am enough inches beyond six feet to cherish the extra knee room.

Tourist cards in order, cash in the moneybelts, under-seat luggage only. And the unfamiliarly sedate wardrobes of the airborne businessman because there is a constant flow of them back and forth, the systems analysts and the plant location experts, the engineers and the salesmen, importers and exporters, con men and investment specialists.

The Mexican peso is rock solid, the economy roaring, and the population zooming past fifty million. So it is protective coloration to join the flock, as most trips combine business and pleasure, and the pure tourist is fair game for every hustle in the book.

But in one respect we were not entirely plausible. We''d spent the last few weeks aboard my houseboat, The Busted Flush, puttering around Florida Bay and the Keys with a small, convivial, and very active group of old and new friends aboard. When you get your clock adjusted to the routines of anchoring off shore, you keep the same hours as the sea birds, and the long hot bright days of summer had been full of fishing and swimming, walking the empty beaches of the off-shore keys, exploring in the dinghy rigged for sail, diving the reefs. So we were both baked to the deep red-bronze that comes from the new deep burn atop the years of deep-water tan, hair baked pale on my skull, salt-dried and wind-parched, the skin sea-toughened. Even Meyer''s heavy black pelt had been bleached a little and now looked slightly red when the light hit it the right way.

So if we were of the business breed, it was something to do with engineering and the out-of-doors, like pipelines and irrigation projects.

He had the window seat. We sat in the sweltering heat of the tin bird until finally they unsnapped the umbilical tunnel, swung the door shut, and taxied us out toward takeoff. Then the warm air that had been rushing out of the overhead vents turned to cool, and white shirts began to come unstuck.

Meyer shrugged and smiled in a weary way and said, "That poor, sad son of a bitch."

No need to draw a picture. The memory of my short visit with Mr. T. Harlan Bowie was recent and vivid. Maybe any complex and demanding life in our highly structured culture is like that old juggling routine in which a line of flexible wands as long as pool cues is fastened to a long narrow table and the juggler-clown goes down the line, starting a big white dinner plate spinning atop each one, accelerating the spin by waggling the wand. By the time he gets the last one spinning, the first one has slowed to a dangerous, sloppy wobble, and so he races back and waggles the wand frantically and gets it up to speed. Then the third one needs attention, then the second, the fifth, the eighth, and the little man runs back and forth staring up in horrid anxiety, keeping them all going, and always on the verge of progressive disaster.

So Mr. Bowie''s white spinning plates had been labeled Vice President and Trust Officer of a large Miami bank, Homeowner, Pillar of the Community, Husband of Liz, Director of This and That, Board Member of The Other, Father of Beatrice known as Bix, the lovely daughter and only child.

He kept the plates spinning nicely, and I imagine he expected to eventually take them off the wands and put them down, with each deletion simplifying the task that remained, until maybe there would be just one plate called Sunset Years, placidly spinning.

But somehow life is arranged so that if one plate wobbles too much and slips off the wand tip and smashes, the rest of them start to go also, as if the sudden clumsiness were a contagion.

One morning Liz had asked him if he had time for another cup of candy. She became furious when he couldn''t seem to understand what she meant, and she got the steaming pot and poured another cup and said, "Candy!" She hesitated, frowning, and said, "Coffee? Of course it''s coffee! What did I call it?"

By the time she was scheduled for all the neurological tests at the Baltimore clinic, she had lost the differentiation between genders, using he and she so interchangeably she had a fifty percent chance of being right at any given time, and she had admitted to having had sudden and severe headaches for several months, but had paid as little attention to them as possible, because she had never believed in babying herself. They took the top of her skull off like a lid and got some of it but knew they could not get all, and stuck a cobalt bead in there for luck, even knowing she had no luck left. She kept talking for half the time it took to die, but the words didn''t go together in any pattern anyone could translate. It took five months to kill her, if you start counting the morning she poured her beloved husband a cup of candy. It was hideously expensive and, to Harl Bowie, hideously incomprehensible. She died on Columbus Day. Daughter Bix had spent the summer at home and had stayed on, of course, rather than going back in September for her senior year at Wellesley. After Liz died, Bix told her daddy she would probably go back at mid-term.

He was not paying much attention, not only because he was stunned by the loss of his wife, but also because there had been a merger of certain banks, and there was a new imperative computer system for the handling of trust account investments, and Harl Bowie had to keep running up to Atlanta for a week at a time to try to find out what the hell the quiet young men who had been posted in the trust department were talking about.

But he paid a lot of attention when she told him right after Christmas that she had decided not to go back. She had decided to go to Mexico for a while "with some kids I know." He had tried every bit of leverage he could think of, and he couldn''t move her an inch. He couldn''t even get any display of emotion out of her. She reminded him gently that she would become twenty-two in another month, and there was the twenty thousand left her by her mother, and said it would be nice if he could stop being so manic about it because she was going, with or without approval.

So she went, and he got some infrequent postcards, and in April he was driving through thunder to the airport for another bout with the systems analysis people in Atlanta, and a big semi coming the other way got a big blast of wind and lost it, and came piling and jackknifing across the medial strip into heavy oncoming traffic. They said it was a miracle half a dozen or more people weren''t killed, instead of just one man seriously injured, a local bank executive.

T. Harlan Bowie had to be prybarred and torch-cut out of his squashed Buick, and there was so much blood the rescue people were in a big hurry. As it turned out, they would have done a lot better taking it slow and easy rather than turning him and twisting him and working him in muscular style out of the metal carapace. Nobody could prove anything afterward. The lacerations were superficial. But there was a fracture of the spine, and between the second and third lumbar vertebrae the unprotected cord had been pinched, ground, bruised, torn, and all but severed. Nobody could ever say whether the accident had done it, or the rescue efforts.

And it killed him--from the fracture point on down to his toes. Meanwhile the fates were laughing dirtily in the wings at another aspect of the treatment they were giving the poor, sad, sorry son of a bitch. T. Harlan Bowie had always been both shrewd and lucky with what Liz used to call "Harlie''s funny little stocks." He liked to put his eggs in a couple of baskets and watch the baskets like an eagle. The day they told him they wanted to take the top of Liz''s skull off, he stopped watching the baskets. They were a couple of little technology companies. He had about an eighty thousand investment in them, evenly split. It was not savings, because bank officers don''t make enough to save money like that after taxes. It was the pyramided gains of a dozen years of those funny little stocks.

His personal broker would call once in a while and try to report what was going on, but Harl didn''t want to talk about it or hear about it or even know about it. After Liz died, he was too upset about being so damned alone, and about Bix, to have even the slightest stir of curiosity about his two little dog stocks. Then, of course, there were the weeks in the hospital, and by early July they moved him from the hospital to an elegant place that was a combination rest home and therapy center. When he found out that the tab was running seventy-five a day plus extras, it stimulated the money-nerve and he began to check things out. An old and good friend had emptied out the house on Cricket Bayou, the redwood and coquina stone house Liz had loved so, had stored Harl''s personal stuff, and had gotten a very good price for the house the day after it was listed. The personal accident and disability and major disaster insurance was paying off handsomely. His attorney had negotiated a surprisingly fat settlement from the company which handled the trucker''s liability insurance. The premature retirement benefit and the bank insurance disability income clause were spewing more money diligently.

So he called his broker finally and heard the awed, hushed and respectful tone, and finally comprehended that the two funny little technology stocks had both come out with a couple of earnings quarters of a fantastic richness, that they had valuable patents in areas Harl had never even heard of, that one was listed on the big board and the other one had applied, and the stock of both of them had been generously split a couple of times. So in one of them, what had cost him six dollars was worth two hundred and fifty, and the laggard had gone only from eight dollars to a hundred and twenty. So there was upwards of two million two, or an aftertax one million six.

He laughed after he found that out; he laughed himself sick. He had his broker arrange a negotiated sale through the floor specialists, and he put the tax money aside in treasury bills, and he stuffed the rest of it into tax-free municipals, and there he was all of a sudden with a tax-free income coming in on the basis of like two hundred and forty dollars a day forever, and it was money he didn''t have to touch because what was coming in from all other sources was more than sufficient to his needs, even in Garden Suite Number Five in Tropicana Grove Retreat.

His lawyers had been trying to locate Bix in Mexico to tell her that daddy had been badly injured. But the last plate had to smash and did so when a man with a polite and careful voice tracked T. Harlan Bowie down by long distance from the State Department to tell him that Miss Beatrice Tracy Bowie had been killed near Oaxaca when the vehicle in which she had been riding had gone off a mountain road, and the Mexican authorities wanted to know where the body was to be shipped and who would arrange and pay for the shipment.

Poor sick sorry rich and sad son of a bitch.

All you can say is: Well, that''s the way it goes sometimes. It goes very had sometimes because they give you the bad in great big indigestible wads. As if they want to write you off in a hurry. As if the idea is to tear down your whole scene and sow the area with salt and acid, and be off looking for the next fellow who happens to be standing and smiling and thinking that life is pretty good lately.

So only-daughter was airfreighted back to eternal rest beside mother Liz in one of those happy-vale places were the markers are flush with the ground level, the walks and gates have names, and stereotaped organ music comes wafting out of the pole-mounted guaranteed weatherproof high-compliance speaker systems.

Nobody knew whether she had enjoyed Mexico.

So three days ago T. Harlan Bowie got Meyer on the phone and they had a long talk, and then Meyer said I should accompany him to Miami and talk to a friend of his. I said I did not want to talk to anybody about anything, because it had been a very nice cruise and I wanted to slob around and savor it in full measure.

Meyer then reminded me that I had met Bix Bowie, and that last year, a week or so after her mother''s funeral, he had brought her around and we had gone with her and some other people on the Flush up the waterway, and the girl had seemed to have a good time, but it was hard to tell. He explained that he had been a sort of unofficial godfather to the girl when she was smaller, before she had gone away to school.

It stirred my memory, but I could not get a clear image of the girl herself. The world seems overful of quiet pretty blondes lately, and the trouble is that when they are silent and withdrawn one no longer knows whether it is shyness, total disinterest, or a concealed and contemptuous churlishness.

But I could see that it had racked my friend Meyer, and that if I continued to drag my feet, he was going to say please, and then I would be unable to help myself, so I agreed before he had a chance to say the magic word friends should not have to use on one another.

On the way down he talked a little about how Liz used to ask him to show up at school when there had been some kind of bring-a-parent situation and Harlan Bowie was too tied up to make it. He thought Bix was glad he would show, but he could never be certain. He had never been able to reach through to her. She had extraordinary composure and control. He and Liz had attended her high school graduation together, because Harl had an appointment in Tallahassee that day.

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John S
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Not quite as good as most in this series
Reviewed in the United States on June 27, 2020
McGee and Meyer travel to Mexico on the behalf of a father who''s daughter was killed while travelling in Mexico. The father who was estranged from his daughter wants to find out what her last days in Mexico were like and if she was happy. As McGee begins investigating he... See more
McGee and Meyer travel to Mexico on the behalf of a father who''s daughter was killed while travelling in Mexico. The father who was estranged from his daughter wants to find out what her last days in Mexico were like and if she was happy. As McGee begins investigating he learns she became addicted to drugs and was used badly by the people she was with. McGee keeps investigating and slowly learns more and discovers a mystery. This book was written in 1969 so keep that in mind. It''s not a bad read, just not one of the best in this series.
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Andy McKinney
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Fantastic writing
Reviewed in the United States on May 6, 2021
I am new to the Travis McGee novels. This is maybe the third or fourth that I have read. This one is fantastic. Wildy bizarre characters bounce and lie and do amazing and terrible things to each other. The most terrible of them all is really just a low-level louse, a... See more
I am new to the Travis McGee novels. This is maybe the third or fourth that I have read. This one is fantastic. Wildy bizarre characters bounce and lie and do amazing and terrible things to each other. The most terrible of them all is really just a low-level louse, a guy with no morals who gets himself into a position to manipulate others for his own benefit. He isn''t some grand mastermind or gangster with the blood of dozens on his hands, nothing so grand. He is a very ordinary louse with no moral restraints.
The good guys are also unique and vivid, as is Travis himself.
Fans of good writing will eat up these books, as I am doing. For descriptive prose, great characters and plots so wild and yet which seem to be plausalbe, Dress Her in Indigo is right at the top of the heap.
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T. McGee lives.
Reviewed in the United States on November 7, 2018
MacDonald was the master of his craft, and the Travis McGee series his masterwork. "Dress Her in Indigo" is one of the top four or five books in the series. To say more is unnecessary to those acquainted with T. McGee. For those who have not yet had the pleasure, what are... See more
MacDonald was the master of his craft, and the Travis McGee series his masterwork. "Dress Her in Indigo" is one of the top four or five books in the series. To say more is unnecessary to those acquainted with T. McGee. For those who have not yet had the pleasure, what are you waiting for? These timeless tales are as relevant and fascinating today as when first published. Times and technologies anf fads and fashions change, but there are no anachronisms in human nature and the best and worst we can do to each other. You''ll recognize McGee, with all his flaws and rigid, righteous integrity, and hope to have a beer or two with him some day. As I have for over forty years.
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Dotbri
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Travis Mcgee is great
Reviewed in the United States on June 10, 2019
Having read all of the Travis McGee books as a teen in the 80''s, it was cool to find them in Kindle format. I wasn''t sure they would be as good as I remembered, but these are well written, with great characters and dialogue. I''ll end up reading all of the McGee books again.... See more
Having read all of the Travis McGee books as a teen in the 80''s, it was cool to find them in Kindle format. I wasn''t sure they would be as good as I remembered, but these are well written, with great characters and dialogue. I''ll end up reading all of the McGee books again. By the way- they don''t need to be read in order, they are stand alone books.
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The Godfather of the Knight-Errant Thriller Novel - John D. McDonald and Travis McGee
Reviewed in the United States on August 25, 2014
I think I discovered John D. MacDonald''s Travis McGee thriller novels when I was a senior in high school and devoured all 21 at least once. At the time, they were breaths of fresh, exciting air from one of the prolific giants in the mystery-suspense field with over 78 books... See more
I think I discovered John D. MacDonald''s Travis McGee thriller novels when I was a senior in high school and devoured all 21 at least once. At the time, they were breaths of fresh, exciting air from one of the prolific giants in the mystery-suspense field with over 78 books to his credit. His lead character, Travis McGee is an errant knight with a deep concern for the environment and a sense of fairness. He can''t abide brutality or wrongs that need righting, and he usually figures out a way to fix them. Unfortunately, MacDonald died in 1986. While the Travis McGee series remained available in paperback, Amazon wasn''t able to bring out Kindle editions until earlier this year. Regrettably, they are prices at $9.99, which is a bit high. The stories remain good reads, but after a steady diet of Michael Connelly, Lee Child, Daniel Silva, David Baldacci, Dennis Lehane, Vince Flynn, and others, I found Dress Her in Indigo a bit dated and slow. In his day, he took the craft to a new level, but a lot of new writers have now passed him by. Still, without Travis McGee, there would be no Jack Reacher; and John D. McDonald is always worth a read.
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Big Earl
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Another great Travis McGee adventure
Reviewed in the United States on January 3, 2021
John D. MacDonald really knew how to write novels that seem to hold up for the most part through time. Keep in mind that they were written more than fifty years ago. This has been the fourth in the series I have read and looking forward to the next.
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David
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McGee always finds out the truth
Reviewed in the United States on May 19, 2014
I would give this 3.5 stars if that was an option. This is the second book I have read from this author and I plan to read others. The Travis McGee character is the forerunner for characters like Doc Ford in the Randy Wayne White books. I would caution younger readers who... See more
I would give this 3.5 stars if that was an option. This is the second book I have read from this author and I plan to read others. The Travis McGee character is the forerunner for characters like Doc Ford in the Randy Wayne White books. I would caution younger readers who may not be as familiar with the politics and culture of the time period the book was written in. Some of the language and terms used may not mean anything either. McGee is a reluctant hero but once he starts something he is not going to stop until it is finished. The book is well written the author sets up a scene very well. This is the second book I have read from this author and I plan to read more. No matter what time period a book is written in a good story is a good story. If you are under 50 you may like Randy Wayne White''s Doc Ford better because his character is more current.
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Robert Pesa
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Deeply satisfying
Reviewed in the United States on September 2, 2019
The Travis McGee series is timeless and excellent. I''ve read and re-read these books, sometimes decades apart. Good writing holds up, regardless of changing culture. This is storytelling at its finest.
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So glad I found John D macdonald
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on February 28, 2014
Swiftly flowing plot. Undemanding, which could be a criticism with many authors but in this case somehow adds to the pleasure of reading this book. Set in a simpler time when mobile phones and personal PCs didn''t exist, although the stories themselves deal with timeless...See more
Swiftly flowing plot. Undemanding, which could be a criticism with many authors but in this case somehow adds to the pleasure of reading this book. Set in a simpler time when mobile phones and personal PCs didn''t exist, although the stories themselves deal with timeless human nature, frailties and emotions. A beautifully crafted central character in Travis who most of us wouldn''t really want to be, or couldn''t if we did - but nevertheless one we would love to have as a friend. Given the opportunity I think I could read six of these back to back, on holiday, on a beach, with one of Travis''s long cool drinks not far away.
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kezzez
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Travis goes to Mexico
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on October 4, 2016
This one rambled on a bit, suffered with a hell of a lot of names and people to keep tabs with. A fairly predicable outcome and the Mexican setting took away the steamy Florida glades atmosphere that I like to read of in his other Travis novels. Don''t get me wrong it''s not...See more
This one rambled on a bit, suffered with a hell of a lot of names and people to keep tabs with. A fairly predicable outcome and the Mexican setting took away the steamy Florida glades atmosphere that I like to read of in his other Travis novels. Don''t get me wrong it''s not a bad read it''s just not my favourite.
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Indigo
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on October 18, 2017
This one takes place in Mexico, with regular sidekick Meter getting a much bigger part. It''s typical McGee fayre, but nothing wrong with that. I love the 1960''s dialect.
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Dave Ashcroft
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Travis McGee is a great character to read
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 28, 2014
Travis McGee is a great character to read, and this story - like all in the series, was hugely enjoyable.
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Short and simple _ having read most of;
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on November 16, 2014
Short and simple _ having read most of ;-) macdonald books I found this the most disappointing as it lacked any desire to turn the next page and I could not wait to finish the book _ disappointed
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