Part coming-of-age story, part murder thriller, this is a beach book for readers who don't mind being horribly depressed by stories of antiheroes in bleak situations. Bruce Springsteen himself makes a memorable, wordless cameo, as Nesbitt sees an unnamed musician in a club, sitting at a table, his hands on the table, fingers laced, as he leaned forward concentrating on the music, his long curly hair spilling over his shoulders . . . he was getting plenty of attention, but he looked alone.