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‘On the Run,’ by John D. MacDonald

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“One man is a significant entity. A partnership halves that value. Three or more men, working together, diminish themselves to zero. Team effort is the stagnation of the race.”

As great a booster of John D. MacDonald as I may be, there are entries in his oeuvre that disappoint me. On the Run is one of those, but only because of how it ends – and I think I can guess why it turned out that way.

The titular man on the run in the story, Sid Shanley, is a used car salesman in Houston, living and working under an assumed name. He’s on the run because two years ago he discovered another man in bed with his wife and beat him brutally, leaving him permanently disfigured. The man turned out to be mobster, one inclined to hold grudges over far lesser insults. So Sid took to the road. It was easier to disappear back then than it is now, especially when you’re an orphan. Sid has a brother somewhere, but they’re not in touch.

But Sid isn’t as alone as he thinks. He doesn’t know he has a grandfather, a rich old man living in the town of Bolton out east. The old man is remorseful about the way he treated Sid’s mother, and he wants to see his two grandsons before he dies and leaves them his fortune. He hired a very smart, resourceful investigator to locate Sid, and it was done. He understands that Sid’s going to be hard to approach, so he sends his personal nurse, the lovely Paula Lettinger, as his emissary, carrying a memento he’s sure Sid will recognize.

After a difficult (and pretty weird) first encounter, Sid decides he can trust Paula, and they set off on a cross-country road trip back to Bolton. On the way they’ll discover that they’re made for each other. But as for the future – Sid can’t see how that could ever work out.

There’s a lot of sex in this book – not explicit, but as the focus of Sid’s and Paula’s relationship. Very sophisticated for the time, it all seems a little naïve today. And overdone.

Otherwise, the story goes along great until the very end, when the author clotheslines the reader, bringing the story to what was – for me – a most unsatisfactory conclusion.

But I suspect I can guess what happened to the story. On the Run was published in 1963, the same year the first book in MacDonald’s legendary Travis McGee series appeared. I’m guessing that McGee wasn’t the only series character MacDonald proposed to Fawcett Publications when they asked him to come up with one. I’m guessing that On the Run might have been the first installment in an intriguing series about Sid Shanley pursuing a vendetta against the mob. That would have justified the weird ending we face here.

But that series, if it was ever contemplated, never happened. So we’re left with a decent story that ends with a thud. I can’t really recommend it.

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‘The Mean Street,’ by Colin Conway

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Another installment in the 509 Series by Colin Conway, about a rotating cast of cops in the Spokane area. I’m enjoying them immensely, and The Mean Street is, I think, the best so far.

The hero this time out is Dallas Nash, who was also the hero of The Long Cold Winter, which I reviewed some time back. Dallas is a senior detective, but his work has been slipping. He lost his wife to an auto accident a year ago, and he’s not handling it well. He gets auditory hallucinations. It used to be songs in his head when he woke up in the morning. That was rather nice; he imagined them as messages from his wife in the Great Beyond. But now it’s hard rock music, blasting in his ears. It’s painful and he can’t hear other people talking over the noise. He’s lost a lot of weight, and his personal grooming has declined. His colleagues and superiors are noticing. But he doesn’t want to see a therapist. If word of that got out, he’s convinced, he’d be marked down as weak and they’d restrict him to desk duty.

When a local pimp is shot to death on the street, Dallas is determined to treat it like any other murder. But a lot of people seem to disagree with that approach. Fellow cops consider the death good riddance. The prostitutes on the street don’t miss the guy at all. And advocates for prostitutes and battered women accuse the police of not doing enough to protect women. Oddly, the dead man didn’t seem to be on the outs with the other pimps. Meanwhile, people are starting to comment on Dallas’ unusual behavior on the job. It’s hard to explain a fainting spell.

I suppose the general theme of this book, considering the subplot involving a woman who kills herself under pressure from a man, is the power imbalance between men and women. I’m generally allergic to that sort of stuff, but it didn’t seem too heavy-heanded in The Mean Street. What I appreciated most was author Conway’s treatment of his characters. We get to see new facets of people we thought we understood; that’s one of my favorite experiences in a novel.

I enjoyed The Mean Street excessively. Recommended.

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‘Crime Czar,’ by Tony Dunbar

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I got a collection of Tony Dunbar’s Tubby Dubonnet novels cheap, and by golly I’m going to read my way through them. They’re not entirely my kind of book, but I don’t hate them either, and cheap is good at this time in my life. So I’ve gotten to Crime Czar, the fifth book of the series.

When we last saw New Orleans lawyer Tubby Dubonnet, he had survived being kidnapped by bank robbers during the greatest flood in the city’s history. Things generally came out all right from Tubby’s point of view, except that his friend Dan got shot in the stomach saving Tubby’s life. At first it looked as if Dan would pull through, but now he’s back in the hospital, fading out. During a lucid moment, he whispers a cryptic message to Tubby.

Tubby experiences a new sensation now – a need for retribution. He knows who shot Dan – a dead-eyed, jug-eared professional killer who may or may not be dead. But Tubby wants the boss, the mastermind, the “crime czar” behind the killing.

His path to the reckoning will not run smooth – not in a Tony Dunbar novel. There will be frequent interruptions and sideshows involving the birth of Tubby’s first grandchild, a judge’s reelection campaign, the county’s corrupt sheriff, a client framed by the police, the return to town of a girlfriend, and a spunky young prostitute out after her own vengeance. These books often remind me of the stateroom scene in “A Night at the Opera,” where the comedy comes from no particular joke, but simply from the ridiculous introduction of one new character after another into a limited space.

And I guess that has something to do with why I don’t love the Tubby books as well as other people do. They kind of remind me of a party, and I’m uncomfortable at parties.

But Crime Czar was amusing. Also, I noticed for the first time that Tony Dunbar is in fact a pretty good prose stylist, capable of lines like, “she saw that his eyes were like crowder peas with woolly caterpillars crawling over them.”

Pretty good.

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Out of the Soylent Planet by Robert Kroese

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“You know what’s good for adventures,” asked Rex Nihilo, apparently sensing an opportunity to make a sale. “Malarchian military grade plastic explosives. I’ve got a whole hovertruck load.”

“We don’t need any explosives,” said Uncle Blauwin.

The boy looked like he was going to cry. “First you won’t let me go into town to get energy fluxors and now you won’t let me have any military grade explosives. I hate you and this gosh-darned desert planet!”

Communication is about context, and comedy is about context, which means all communication is comedy. That, kids, is logic.

In this prequel to the sci-fi comedy Starship Grifters, if you’re familiar with a general sci-fi context, you’ll get the jokes–the more familiar, the more jokes. Mm, the smell of logic just gets you in the eye, doesn’t it?

A few years ago, I blogged on the second book in this series, Aye, Robot, and I found Out of the Soylent Planet to be a funnier story. The con man Rex Nihilo attempts to unload a truckload of plastic explosives, fails, rolls to plan B, fails, and then finds himself unloaded onto an isolated planet that’s locked down so tight even cans of creamed corn are contraband. The planet is mostly barren. Its civilization is built around producing an artificial nutritional substance called Slop. “It’s not food. It’s Slop!” Since readers would be thinking Slop is made from people, our heroes come across a corporate video that neatly explains that rumor away.

Rex and his robotic Girl Friday, SASHA, go through several silly romps and clever escapes. And explosions. Lots of explosions. Good fun.

I listened to the J.D. Ledford audiobook version, which added to the comedy with good timing and particular word emphases. I laughed aloud many times.

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‘Doomed Legacy,’ by Matt Coyle

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I’ve been following Matt Coyle’s series of hard-boiled mysteries starring Rick Cahill for some time. I like the books quite a lot, but Doomed Legacy proved to be about as dark as its title.

Rick, when he was first introduced, was a loner private eye in San Diego, a disgraced cop who kept office hours in a booth in the steak house where he moonlighted as host. Through his subsequent adventures we’ve seen him reintegrate into human society. Now he’s married and the father of an 18-month-old daughter, the light of his life. At his wife’s request, he’s changed his business model from crime investigation to safe, routine background checks for various businesses.

She knows that he suffers from CTI, “the football player’s disease.” Brain damage from getting hit over the head too many times. What he hasn’t told her is that it’s progressing. He suffers from headaches and memory loss, but the worst of it is the rage attacks. He’s afraid he might endanger the people he loves.

One morning he argues with his wife, which makes him short-tempered when he meets with Sara Bhandari, his contact with Fulcrum Security, of his biggest client. She wants to meet somewhere out of the way, where her colleagues won’t see her. She tells him she’s concerned about some of the people whose security checks have been passed by a new investigative company they’ve hired recently. She thinks the people should never have been cleared, and thinks the investigators are up to something. Rick agrees to look into it as a favor, but he’s in a bad mood and leaves rudely. Something he regrets.

He regrets it even more three days later when, having been unable to reach Sara, he goes to her house and finds her dead – raped and murdered. The police identify the m. o. of a serial rapist in the area, and blame it on him. But Rick isn’t so sure.

Then Sara’s sister hires him to investigate the death. But she fires him abruptly when bad reports (false ones) start spreading about Rick’s own security work. That won’t stop him, of course. It’s personal now. But he has no idea how powerful the people he’s challenging are. And he has no idea the effect it all may have on his family.

I liked Doomed Legacy. It read well except for a couple typos. The occasional references to Christianity and prayer were positive.

But it’s a dark story. I hope the next one proves happier for Rick.

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‘The Saga of Hallfred the Troublesome Skald’

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A scene from a production of “Hallfred Vandraadeskald” presented by the Norwegian National Theater in 1908. Photo property of Nationalteatret.

Another Icelandic saga, read by me in The Complete Sagas of Icelanders. (Unfortunately, I can’t find another translation in print anywhere.) I’m reading through a section of skald’s sagas, from which you may infer that The Saga of Hallfred the Troublesome Skald is another story of a poet.

Hallfred’s Saga bears some (actually a lot of) similarity to Kormak’s Saga, the subject of my last saga review. Like Kormak, Hallfred falls in love with a girl at home in Iceland, fails to show up for their wedding, and harasses any other suitors who appear. Also like Kormak, he sails abroad to make his fortune as a Viking.

But this is where his story distinguishes itself. Hallfred ends up at the court of King Olaf Trygvesson (whom you may remember from my novel, The Year of the Warrior). Hallfred seems to be a predecessor to every song writer who ever nagged record producers in Nashville or Las Angeles. The king has other things on his mind than listening to songs, but he finally agrees to give Hallfred a hearing, calling him a “troublesome skald” (vandræðaskáld). In the event the song pleases Olaf, who accepts Hallfred as one of his court poets.

But this happens at the peak of Olaf’s evangelistic zeal.  Receiving the king’s offer (actually a threat) of baptism, Hallfred makes a counterproposal. He wants Olaf himself to be his godfather, a singular honor. Like a squeaky wheel, Hallfred gets what he wants. But his relationship with the king is an uneven one. He seems to have trouble getting the swing of Christianity. He falls out of favor when he invokes the old gods or falls into heathen customs. Then the king sets him to various tasks to regain favor, opening up opportunities for the kinds of adventures that always show up in sagas.

Although Hallfred’s saga is not one of the best in terms of its artistry, it is interesting for the picture it gives of the religious transition in Iceland in the 11th Century. As compared to Kormak’s Saga, one senses the pressure of the new faith as it alters people’s mores. Hallfred’s attentions to another man’s wife are treated more seriously here, less as merry pranks, and his family urges him to let it all go. In the end even Hallfred decides to leave the woman’s husband alone.

One of the saga’s main weaknesses is that, although it’s based on Hallfred’s own poems, the saga writer appears to often misunderstand them. Poetic allusions (always very thick in Viking poetry) are mistaken for statements of fact. Thus, a man uses a heathen sacrificial trough as a weapon, highly unlikely in real life. Or Kormak’s great enemy is named “Gris,” which means pig. I would suspect that’s an insulting name Hallfred bestowed on him, rather than the name he actually carried. (Pigs enjoyed higher status among the Vikings than they do with us, but I’ve never heard of any Viking actually named “Pig.”)

In short, The Saga of Hallfred the Troublesome Skald is a flawed saga which contains, nonetheless, numerous points of interest for the saga enthusiast.

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‘The Redemptive Return,’ by J.R. and Susan Mathis

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Book Number Three in the Father Tom Mysteries is The Redemptive Return. This review ought to be taken with a grain of salt, though, because my emotional reaction to it probably colors my judgment.

Father Tom Greer, as you may recall from my previous reviews, is a priest who entered the ministry late in life, having been a husband and a widower already. Before that, he was engaged to Helen Parr who (by one of those coincidences which are a little too common in this series) is now a police detective in the town of Myerton, Pennsylvania, where Father Tom also serves, in his own way. The fact that they are still attracted to one another is a complication in both their lives.

One day Tom gets a call from his sister Sonya, with whom he rarely communicates. It sounds like she’s running away from someone, and she desperately wants Tom to find something (he can’t hear what) and help somebody named Chrystal.

Tom isn’t sure what to do about this call. Sonya is a drug addict (supposedly in recovery now), and he’s gotten such calls from her before. They’ve never meant anything. He lets it go.

Shortly thereafter he hears from his mother. Sonya is dead. Her body was found in a dumpster.

And it’s all his fault.

Tom doesn’t want to go home, with all its unresolved issues, but he knows he must. What surprises him is that Helen shows up next to him on the plane, having taken personal leave to help him out.

Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Because of my own personal history, I found The Redemptive Return hard to read. So I’m incapable of saying whether this element (dysfunctional family dynamics) of the story is handled well or not.

However, it seemed to me the book suffered from what I’m sure others before me have called “Bond Villain Syndrome,” where the villain pauses long enough in the process of killing the hero to explain his/her criminal genius at length – giving the cavalry time to show up and save the day.

Finally, my big problem with the book was the resolution (at this point in the ongoing saga) of Father Tom’s relationship problem with Helen. An arrangement is worked out with the approval of his bishop. I’m not a Catholic, but I found it improbable in the extreme. Both ecclesiastically and psychologically.

I won’t pan The Redemptive Return, but I think it’s relatively weak. Readable, though.

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‘The Value in Our Lies,’ by Colin Conway

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I’m quite taken with Colin Conway’s The 509 series of police procedurals, set in eastern Washington state. It deals with cops in the Spokane area, and the cast of officers tends to change from book to book. In The Value in Our Lies, we have a new hero – or at least a new main character. If he’s shown up in the series before, it was only as a minor player.

James Morgan works on the Spokane PD Criminal Task Force. He’s corrupt, but not by his own standards. If he pockets some of the drugs found at a crime scene, it’s not for his own use or profit – it’s to pay off informants. If he takes a sexual favor from a prostitute, who does that hurt? If he cuts procedural corners, that’s just part of the game. In his world there’s only Us and Them – working cops vs. the crooks (and often the Brass). For Morgan, there’s pretty much nothing in his life but the Job.

Word on the street says a new gang has moved into town, but nobody seems to know anything tangible, not even his snitches. A prostitute informant of his is being beaten by her pimp, and Morgan cares about this more than he ought to. A friend of a friend is getting blackmailed and comes to Morgan to get him out of the jam. And Internal Affairs is giving him heat.

Morgan is a liar. Lying is part of the way he does his job. But the lies are starting to pile up on him. Will they get somebody killed?

The writing in The Value in Our Lies is sometimes rough. An editor would be a good investment. But the characterization in the book is big league. Morgan isn’t a likeable character, and he’s clearly self-destructive. But one can’t help sympathizing with him sometimes, and occasionally he even earns our fleeting admiration. The plot was pretty gripping too.

I recommend The Value in Our Lies, with cautions for language and mature subject matter.

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‘Perfect Record,’ by Kerry J. Donovan

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Sean Freeman, a central character in Kerry J. Donovan’s police procedural Perfect Record, is a master locksmith, one of the best in spite of his youth. He also has computer skills. So when he arranges to come to the attention of DB Parrish, a London gangster with a weakness for diamonds, Parrish quickly recruits him as his security chief. Sean has personal reasons for needing the kind of money a job with Parrish’s organization will bring in. But he soon learns that working for Parrish means selling your soul. He’ll be required to do things way beyond the limits of his fairly flexible ethics, and the price of failure is a serious beating – if he’s lucky.

So he starts putting out clues for the police, hoping there’s a detective out there smart enough to figure them out. Finally this brings him to DCI David Jones of the Birmingham Serious Crimes Unit. They begin a cautious dance in which jewelry of great value – and innocent lives – are at stake.

I wasn’t entirely happy with Perfect Record, but that was for purely personal reasons. The character of our hero, DCI Jones, is an interesting one (all the characters are good, in fact), but he’s supposed to be an aging curmudgeon and Luddite. The kind of man who won’t have a computer in his home and dislikes the new building he works in out of loyalty to the old one, despite the fact that it’s more comfortable and efficient than its predecessor.

And yet when it comes to Political Correctness, Jones toes the line. He will stand for no sexist language or use of unenlightened titles (like Mrs.) among his officers. If you’re looking for crude cop banter, á la John Sandford, you won’t find it here. I think I can speak with some authority on the subject of curmudgeons as a class, and PC talk is one of the things we tolerate least in real life.

Nevertheless, I have to admit the story is neatly told, with some very nifty (and delightful) surprises at the end. Neat twists generally involve diminished believability in any story, which is the case here. But as pure entertainment, Perfect Record is very close to perfect. The language is relatively mild.

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Dark Comedic Mystery “City of Angles”

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You’ve been devoted to the Church. As you know, we like to say that we don’t have followers. We have lenders. You give us your love and passion devotion, and we’re obligated to pay back the debt.”

Lars reviewed Jonathan Leaf’s debut novel, City of Angles, earlier, and with it being a mystery novel, that’s about as much of the plot as you’ll want to know before reading. What you don’t get from reviews is the style of humor Leaf employs.

[Disclaimer: I picked up the novel in response to the author’s request, having seen a friend’s referral days before.]

City of Angles isn’t a dark story. It’s standard fare for a character-driven murder mystery, and from almost every character you read something like the quotation above: “We don’t have followers. We have lenders.” Also from this same church context, we get this: “Selva had attained the status of FUP. This mean a fully unrepressed person. Those who opposed the Church were EMEs, or enemies of man’s emergence.” An FUP. That’ll catch on.

This actually rings true with my experience, in that some folks like to make acronyms and others like to use terms, and the Church of Life in this story resembles Scientology, which is probably just as debauched and oppressive as the Church is depicted. But in a way, everyone in this novel is debauched. Everyone is friendly, while it serves their purpose, and they drink sexual allure from the tap. Everything they can control they will try to control. And when a character finds himself at a dead end with all of his plans disassembled, he tells himself all PR is good PR and begins to wonder if he can sell his story. Even the cops are thinking this next thing could be their big break.

I enjoyed reading this book and look forward to Leaf’s success with it.