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‘Star Light, Star Bright,’ by Stanley Ellin

Private investigator John Milano, hero and narrator of Star Light, Star Bright, works for a large New York agency. When his boss gets a special request from a multi-millionaire for his services in protecting a man at his own estate near Miami, John is less than enthusiastic. Because that multimillionaire is married to Sharon Bauer, gorgeous movie queen. John was involved with Sharon a couple years ago, and she in fact left him for the rich guy. But the money’s so good he can’t refuse.

Down in Florida, he finds himself tasked with protecting a man who calls himself Kalos, leader of a trendy cult (whom John knows from his past as a con man astrologer). Sharon is a member of the cult, as are several other movie people who are resident at the estate. Typewritten threats to Kalos’s life have been showing up – reinforced by the killing of the family dog. It’s John’s job, not only to protect Kalos, but to figure out who has a motive for killing him. Also to fend off the advances of Sharon, who’s suddenly interested in him again, while trying to get close to her husband’s secretary, who’s standoffish.

I quite enjoyed Star Light, Star Bright. John Milano is a strong, masculine hero, somewhat in the Travis McGee category, though less laid back. The characters were vivid, and the puzzle genuinely puzzling – blindsided me completely. There are a couple sequel books, and I plan to read them.

Recommended.

‘The Fragile Cage,’ by Scott Hunter

Author Scott Hunter has chosen to set his series starring English former police detective Cameron Kyle in the 1970s, when the world was (or seemed) a little simpler. I have no objection to that. In the first book, The Fragile Cage, he seems to be paying homage to James Bond and the adventure stories of the period – and that’s fine too, as far as I’m concerned.

Cameron Kyle stopped being a cop when his partner was shot to death, and he himself took a bullet to the head, which left a sliver in his brain, in an inoperable spot. He now suffers from chronic headaches, and from personality change. Formerly a rather cautious man, he’s now a risk-taker – not exactly optimal for a guy who’s supposed to take it easy and avoid shocks.

Kyle has a former girlfriend who does social work with prisoners. When he learns that one of her subjects has kidnapped her and escaped prison, he goes looking for them. The police warn him off, but he doesn’t care.

The Fragile Cage is pretty well written, and it kept my interest throughout. I thought the plotting – especially the character development – was a little weak; the villains tended to be unnecessarily cruel for no apparent reason. The first big scene of the hero and a female cop in peril struck me as improbably complex, like a scene in a supervillain’s secret lair in a Bond movie. And the final confrontation between Kyle and the main villain was theatrical and unconvincing. So I don’t rate the book highly on believability.

But I did enjoy reading it. I might even read the sequel.

‘Murders at the Manor,’ by Milo James Fowler

The premise of Murders at the Manor, by Milo James Fowler, is fairly traditional for a cozy English mystery – Inspector Willem Broekstein hears from his old friend Charles for the first time in 30 years. Charles wants him to visit him at the country estate he recently inherited. When he arrives, he meets several other guests, and Charles surprises them all by introducing his beautiful young fiancée. Then one of the guests is murdered, and Inspector Broekstein is on the case.

Only it’s not what the reader assumes. The setting is not England, but Connecticut. And Inspector Broekstein is not a police inspector, but a quality control inspector for a soap company. He is a socially awkward man who enjoys mystery stories and suffers from an overactive bladder.

Occasionally one reads a book and asks oneself “Why? What is the purpose of the exercise?” If it’s a mystery, is it challenging? Suspenseful? If it’s a comedy, is it, well… funny?

In my personal view, Murders at the Manor succeeded only marginally on the first question, and not at all on the second. Partly this is due to my own prejudices – it’s hard to make murder funny for me, and I don’t find bathroom humor funny at all.

The prose in Murders at the Manor, I’ll admit, was pretty good. But I got the sense that the author didn’t really like his hero – Willem Broekstein is a fairly pathetic character, lonely, unloved, and forever in danger of wetting his pants. I felt sorry for him, but I think I was supposed to roar with laughter at his frequent humiliations.

I didn’t like Murders at the Manor much. Your mileage may vary.

‘The D.A. Calls a Turn,’ by Erle Stanley Gardner

You may recall that I’ve discovered, rather to my surprise, that I enjoy Erle Stanley Gardner’s Perry Mason novels. They’re nothing profound or inspirational, but they’re interesting reading entertainment, competently written.

But Perry Mason, defense lawyer, wasn’t the only continuing character Gardner created. Another character – on the other side of the legal fence – was Doug Selby, district attorney in a small town outside of Los Angeles. I found a deal on book 5, The D.A. Calls a Turn.

The story starts on Thanksgiving day. A successful local businessman is killed in an auto accident. Oddly, although his shoes and socks are expensive, he’s wearing an old suit that’s too small for him. The coroner says that he did not die in the crash, but was murdered beforehand.

D.A. Doug Selby, along with his friend the sheriff, and his girlfriend, a friendly newspaper reporter, conclude that the only explanation is that the victim must have been suffering from amnesia. He had suffered some kind of trauma in the past, they postulate, and started a new life as a businessman. Then, for some reason, he had regained his memory on Thanksgiving, gone to fetch his old clothes, and gone on the run. It is assumed he has a criminal past.

The whole plot is kind of complicated and (I thought) far-fetched, and frankly I had trouble tracking it. The writing was okay – Gardner was a pro. But the story didn’t compel me – maybe I wasn’t paying close enough attention.

I might note that this e-book has a number of Optical Character Recognition errors, and it must have been published from the British edition, as it uses English orthography.

‘The Most Curious Case,’ by Jason Fischer

This review will be short, for the rather embarrassing reason that I don’t have any strong memories of the book. I finished it last Friday night, and forgot it completely over the weekend.

That doesn’t mean it was awful. If it had been awful, I probably would have remembered it better.

The hero of Jason Fischer’s The Most Curious Case is Rex Haining, a former police detective forced into retirement because of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, which he has been self-treating with alcohol.

But when his old superiors find themselves faced with a locked room mystery, they turn to Rex. The secretary of a foreign dignitary has been found dead in his boss’s office, stabbed in the heart. In addition, a jewel necklace, a national treasure, has disappeared, assumed stolen.

Rex investigates, finally solving the mystery – and you can’t blame the police for not doing it first, because the solution is pretty darn far-fetched.

The Most Curious Case wasn’t badly written, so far as I recall. Also, it was short – if that’s a positive in your world.

I guess I neither recommend nor disrecommend this book.

‘No Safe Place,’ by Michael Ledwidge

Michael Ledwidge is a successful thriller writer who has collaborated several times with James Patterson. So he knows the formula for keeping readers turning pages. No Safe Place, book 3 in a series about retired police detective Michael Gannon, makes that very plain.

Unfortunately, it’s possible to overdo the formula, at least in this reader’s view.

Michael Gannon didn’t want to retire as a New York cop, but he’s doing his best to enjoy his free time. He especially enjoys fishing, which is what brought him back to his New England home town. To make things even more perfect, he’s run into a girl he had a crush on in high school, now divorced and available.

But that’s before the bar where they’re meeting is invaded by armed men, in search of the mayor’s wife, who has decided to inform on her husband’s illegal activities. Only she can’t guess how very illegal those activities are, or how many powerful people are up to their elbows in the racket. Michael and the others would have no chance against them, except that Michael has a few tricks – and weapons – in his kit.

The writing in No Safe Place wasn’t bad in itself – the spelling and grammar were okay. But I got a strong feeling of first draft here anyway. The book feels as if it were written quickly, strictly following a template of dramatic beats. The chapters are very short, and switch jarringly back and forth between Michael (first person) and other characters, especially the villains. None of the villains has much depth.

I disliked the staccato jerkiness of the narrative, and I didn’t believe the preposterous premise for a moment. This is junk food literature – easy to chew, highly flavored, zero nutrients. Quickly finished and forgotten.

Not awful, and profanity was avoided. But I wasn’t impressed.

Second review: ‘After That the Dark,’ by Andrew Klavan

“I don’t think there is a middle ground. I have a job here. I teach poetry to young people. Poetry is a thing. It’s a thing that does a thing, or tries to do it. It tries to use words to unite the material world with its greater meanings….”

Because I love Andrew Klavan’s Cameron Winter novels so, I make it my custom to read each one twice (when they’re new; no doubt there will be further readings down the road). So this is my second review of the fifth book in the series, After That the Dark.

Our hero, secret government assassin turned English professor Cameron Winter, finally has his first date with Gwendolyn Lord, the woman he’s been dancing around over the course of the two previous books. And it’s good. It’s more than good. They click. They complement each other. They seem to have very little in common in terms of tastes, but they fill each other’s empty spaces. It all rather scares him.

Just to make conversation, she tells him a story she figures is right up his alley. A friend of hers, who works at a penitentiary in Oklahoma, has witnessed a “locked door mystery.” A prisoner, a man who went crazy and murdered his wife and little son, had been locked into a padded cell, wearing only his underwear. A few hours later he was found dead, killed with a nail gun. Officially, it’s listed as a suicide, but where did he get the nail gun?

Just to please Gwendolyn, Winter goes to Oklahoma to ask questions. He does not expect that his questions will lead him to a confrontation with one of the most powerful men in the world, and with a nightmarish assassin he’s already tangled with once before.

On this second reading, I think I understand better what After That the Dark is all about. The heart of the thing is the body-soul nexus, the way flesh and spirit coexist. The dark conspiracy Winter uncovers and fights involves an attempt to overcome the problem of crime through purely mechanistic means. The scene where (spoiler alert) Winter goes to bed with Gwendolyn is a counterpoint, illustrating the truth that flesh and spirit are reconciled through love, not through man’s reason or technology.

I suppose that’s Klavan’s reason for putting the two of them in bed together – in spite of the fact that Gwendolyn is supposed to be a faithful, born-again Christian. It still bothers me, not because I demand stories where Christians are perfect, but because it seems to ignore Christian sexual morality altogether. Still, even fornication is “becoming one flesh” according to Scripture, so it works thematically.

An amusing continuing element in each of these books is the character of “Stan-stan Stankowski,” the ultimate undercover operative. Stan-stan always shows up at some point to pass on information, either from the government or from Winters’ old superior. The thing about Stan-stan is that he seems to have no personal identity, or even a body of his own. In the previous book he was passing as a large, burly wilderness guide. In this book, he appears as a tiny, delicate Asian woman. He’s literally impossible – if the books are ever filmed, they’ll have to use a different actor each time out. But it’s a funny plot device, and suggestive of the flesh/spirit conundrum that is this book’s theme.

All in all, I really enjoyed After That the Dark, like all the books in the series. I haven’t reconciled myself to the sex scene, but it’s not enough to turn me against this fascinating series.

‘The Quick Red Fox,’ by John D. MacDonald

He was a type. The totally muscled sportsman—muscles upon muscles so that even his face looked like a leather bag of walnuts.

Once again, we turn to a Travis McGee novel by John D. MacDonald – one of my favorites, I think. As I was enjoying it it, I was struck (not for the first time) by MacDonald’s ability to transcend his genre. He was, you’ll recall, writing paperback originals for Fawcett Publications – whose line of trade was sexy, violent stories for a male audience. They were competing directly for readers with Mickey Spillane.

And yet MacDonald takes the premise of The Quick Red Fox, a premise tailor-made for the Spillane audience (Hollywood sex goddess, being blackmailed, calls on studly private eye to save her reputation) and runs it in an entirely unexpected direction. He makes it a love story, with some kind of moral core.

Lysa Dean is a major Hollywood star, up there with Liz Taylor and Kim Novak. Her whole life is regimented, as is her appearance and physical health. But a year and a half back, she kicked loose for a while, hooking up with a shady guy. He took her to a wild house party at a place on a cliff on the California coast, where a lot of group sex took place. What she did not guess was that there was a man with a camera on the rocks a little way off, capturing the action through a telephoto lens. Now she’s being blackmailed.

She sends her personal assistant, Dana Holtzer, to bring McGee to see her. McGee isn’t much taken with Lysa, but Dana intrigues him. Dana is a very reserved woman, very efficient, very put-together. McGee takes the job, not for the money, but to get to know Dana. Lysa sends Dana along with him, as an assistant, and over time Dana thaws toward him, opening up about her past and her situation. McGee, who has always tried to avoid long-term commitments, begins thinking about settling down….

This, of course, cannot end well.

The Quick Red Fox is, I think, one of the best and most memorable of the Travis McGee series. McGee’s growing dreams of a life with Dana raise the emotional stakes, and the mystery remains baffling to the very end (I challenge anyone to figure out whodunnit in this one).

It’s notable that this story features two female characters who appear to be physically “flawless,” and they both leave McGee cold. He much prepares Dana, who (we are told) has some flaws. There’s a scene featuring a pair of hostile lesbians, which has no doubt contributed to the oft-repeated accusation that MacDonald was a homophobic writer. But McGee treats those women the way they demand to be treated, and his view of homosexuality was the conventional one for his time (and, I expect, for the future too).

There’s a lot of moral judgment in this story, more useful in what it opposes than in what it affirms. All McGee can come up with to express his own code is that “a moral act is one you feel good about afterward.” Author MacDonald could have done better than that, I hope, but he wasn’t delivering a moral lecture here.

In any case, I like The Quick Red Fox very much. Cautions for adult themes, pretty mild by today’s standards.

‘The Great Meadows,’ by Christopher Walsh

Resolved that I was in the right atmosphere for the task at hand, I tipped my glass allowing just a taste to cross the threshold of my lips before it eased across my tongue and down my throat, giving me a Kentucky hug that warmed the cockles of my own barren heart.

According to reports, Catholic churches are growing faster than Protestant churches in America these days. No doubt there are theological forces at play here (though I’m a Lutheran, and many of my fellow Lutherans consider themselves not Protestants at all, but “true Catholics”). But one field in which (it seems to me) the Catholics are certainly leading us by a mile is in producing good literature. A consciously Catholic novel will, in my experience, almost always be better than a Protestant novel. And that includes mysteries like Christopher Walsh’s The Great Meadows.

Our hero and narrator is Levi Motley, a talented young journalist with no fixed address. He hops from job to job, not because he can’t hold a position, but because he’s afraid to put down roots anywhere.

But now he’s headed back to Bardstown, Kentucky, bourbon country, the place where he grew up. As he nears the town, he sees a young, dark-skinned man hitchhiking, holding a sign that says “Gethsemani.” Impulsively, Levi picks him up. He learns that the young man’s name is Moussa Diab, and the Gethsemani of the sign refers to a Catholic seminary near Bardstown, where he’s headed to pray about becoming a priest. He calls Levi an angel, sent by God to help him in his quest.

Arriving in town, Levi soon gets a newspaper job (this book is set around 1997, so newspapers were still a force in the world) with an old friend’s help. Shortly after, he learns that Moussa has been murdered, found dead near a river. Levi is curious – what was Moussa doing in that spot, and why did he have a shovel with him?

The murder story becomes Levi’s big investigative project. It will take him to the intersection of organized crime and local government – and also into a confrontation with the demons of his own past.

The Great Meadows isn’t flawless. There were occasional infelicities in the prose, and at least one politically self-conscious moment. Still, I found it a fascinating, engaging, and inspiring read. I recommend it.

I also hope I write this well myself, even if I am a Protestant.

‘The Vikström Papers: Restoration Man,’ by Douglas Lindsay

It is part of the essence of the hard-boiled detective to be a little abrasive, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when a new HB sleuth finds new ways to be annoying. Douglas Lindsay’s Sam Vikström does just that, but is mostly effective, fictionally, in The Vikström Papers: Restoration Man.

In spite of his Swedish name, Sam Vikström is a Scot. Just to confuse things further, he’s put down roots in coastal Massachusetts, where he works as a private eye. Not the old style PI, with a rumpled trench coat and venetian blind shadows slanting across his office, but an employee of an agency, getting his assignments over the phone. He lives with a cat, drinks too much, and is having an affair with the local chief of police (female), who is married.

His latest job is a missing person’s case. A wealthy woman wants him to find her husband, Carl Fischer, who ran off with his current mistress. She’s not concerned, she says, about his infidelity – they have an “understanding.” She’s just worried about his safety.

Vikström inquires at Carl’s place of business, an erotically oriented art gallery where he restores paintings. Various clues lead Vikström to believe the disappearance is related to a valuable artifact Carl recently got his hands on – a nautical compass from a famous shipwreck. Only people Carl knew (or slept with) are starting to show up murdered, each with a scrimshaw image inscribed on one of their teeth.

Restoration Man was an interesting mystery, and kept me reading. Though set in the U.S., it features English orthography and spelling, so I assume Author Lindsay is English. He should get full marks for doing a pretty good job of reproducing American speech idioms, though – most of the time.

He subscribes to two major current writing conventions that annoy me – he writes in the present tense, and he never describes his characters physically, more than absolutely necessary. (I consider this a lazy affectation – expecting the reader to do part of the author’s job for him.) To be fair, the characters are pretty distinctive anyway.

Sam Vikström himself annoyed me too. He’s always quoting Tolkien, but only the movies – he says he never reads books. He’s also frequently a jerk.

Still, Restoration Man was an engaging book. I might even read another in the series – haven’t made my mind up.

Cautions for adult themes.