Travis McGee is a 'Salvage Consultant', kind of a detective vigilante of last resort and is as redpill as they come. I loved these books, and the cognitive dissonance as I read these in my bluepill days was incredible. Re-reading them now, I am amazed at how much I missed the first few times I read these (yes, these series of 21 books, I re-read frequently).

Travis is the ultimate redpill: he lives on a boat he won in a poker game. He makes money by making deals with people who were robbed and have no legal recourse to get their belongings back for 50% of what he can salvage. This enables him to live life as he sees fit between jobs.

He displays an incredible grasp of game, is relentless in his pursuit of self improvement, is smart, witty, a bit of a philosopher and so very human.

Here are some quotes to whet your appetite:   

These are the playmate years, and they are demonstrably fraudulent. The scene is reputed to be acrawl with adorably amoral bunnies to whom sex is a pleasant social favor. The new culture. And they are indeed present and available, in exhausting quantity, but there is a curious tastelessness about them. A woman who does not guard and treasure herself cannot be of very much value to anyone else. They become a pretty little convenience, like a guest towel. And the cute little things they say, and their dainty little squeals of pleasure and release are as contrived as the embroidered initials on the guest towels. Only a woman of pride, complexity and emotional tension is genuinely worth the act of love, and there are only two ways to get yourself one of them. Either you lie, and stain the relationship with your own sense of guile, or you accept the involvement, the emotional responsibility, the permanence she must by nature crave. I love you can be said only two ways.

  

... a frightening number of people in the world are unaware of the actual living reality of the human beings around them. It is the complete absence of empathy in action. They believe themselves to be real, of course, yet they merely lack the imagination to see that other persons are also real in the same way and on the same terms. Thus, even though they go through the obligatory social forms and personal relationships, all other people are objects rather than people. If all other people are objects, then there can be no psychic trauma involved in treating them as objects.

  

Memory of a rumbling voice of the grandpa long ago: "Anything you can't take care of, kid, you don't deserve to own. A dog, a gun, a reel, a bike or a woman. You learn how to do it and you do it, because if you don't you hate yourself." An out-of-date morality. Anything you don't take care of, you replace.

  

We all think of the inconvenience of making an effort. We're all going to do the right things a little later on. Soon. But soon slides by so easily. Then we vow we'll try to do better. We all carry that little oppressive weight around in the back of our mind -- that we should be living better, trying harder, but we're not. We're all living just about as well as we can at any given moment. But that doesn't stop the wishing.

  

You can get them at your friendly neighborhood crack book dealer.