The uncredited front cover of Tropical Spitfire features good girl art more rudimentary than most efforts of the type, but the book’s title spoke to us, with its promise of island action, so we bought it. It turned out to be a find-the-real-killer novel in which a producer for fictional Sonic Records heads to San Juan, Puerto Rico to record an island legend but ends up framed. The motive, ultimately, revolves around drug smuggling. It’s amusing the way Kramer mangles Spanish in this, making up spellings like “marriviosso” and referring to women as “chico,” however the island flavor is pretty well done, which is half the battle in tropical thrillers. His protagonist Mac Tyler, in classic form, mostly stumbles around town clueless, but manages to puzzle out the mystery just in time for a jungle climax. Not bad, but not special. It’s from 1964.
Something about the Caribbean just makes you want to cut loose.