The capstone of Ken Wells's acclaimed Catahoula Bayou trilogy, Logan's Storm tracks the epic journey of Logan LaBauve as he flees corrupt cops while trying to lead Chilly Cox--the teenager whose "crime" was rescuing Logan's son, Meely, from a racist bully--to safety. But dodging two-footed predators deep in the Cajun backwaters turns out to be the easy part. As Logan, accompanied by a newfound love interest, heads to Florida to lie low, a killer hurricane springs from the Gulf--and lives are suddenly on the line. Wells writes with Twain's flair for adventure and Welty's sense of place, making Logan's Storm a trip through the heart and soul of a singular American character.
About the Author
Ken Wells grew up on the banks of Bayou Black in Louisiana Cajun country and began his writing career as a nineteen-year-old covering car wrecks and alligator sightings for his hometown newspaper. He was a reporter for four years with the Miami Herald, where he was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, and a writer and editor for The Wall Street Journal for twenty-four years. Wells left the Journal in 2006, to take a job as a senior editor and writer for Conde Nast Portfolio. He is also the author of four novels set in the Cajun bayous.
“When you start a book neck-deep in a swamp of cottonmouths, wasps, leeches and mosquitoes, you'd better have a good story to tell. Ken Wells does, and he tells it with vigor and charm.” —The Seattle Times
“A Cajun-flavored tall tale of the bayous . . . colorful, compelling . . . Wells has a gift for capturing his locale, and he gives us a spectacular tour.” —St. Louis Post-Dispatch
“Wells has festooned [his characters’] ordeal with as much humor as a writer can stick on a run through hell. [He] describes Logan and his situations, however wet, with a dry, Cajun fatalism. . . . [One finds] plenty of pleasure in the language and sense of place that dominate.” —The Miami Herald
“Don’t give up on Logan LaBauve. ’Cause he’s about to meet up with a hell of a woman and a hell of a hurricane that shows what he’s really made of.” —The Wall Street Journal