I know, I know … I’m never satisfied. First, I criticize Valin’s first couple of mysteries are a little too “writerly,” too—in least in patches—filled with remarkable graceful, the kind (and here’s the rub) that call undue attention to themselves. This time, Valin thoroughly disciplines himself, constructing a thoroughly respectable mystery, with all the qualities a respectable mystery is supposed to have. Sinewy, accomplished prose, with no purple passage. And yet I’m still not satisfied. This time Valin played it too safe.
Don’t let me discourage you from reading this, though. You’ve have to love Valin’s best as much as I do—those great books Natural Causes, Life’s Work, and Fire Lake—to be disappointed with Extenuating Circumstances. It does exactly what it sets out to do.
Detective Harry Stoner is hired to find Ira Lessing, recently gone missing man in Covington, Kentucky—man of wealth, city commissioner, pillar of the community—best known for his continual, selfless acts of charity to scores of young addicts struggling to restore their broken lives. But when Lessing’s car is discovered filled with blood, and rumors surface hinting that Lessing’s charitable payments to young male addict may not have been about charity after all, the case suddenly looks a good deal different to Stoner than it had before.
As I said: go ahead, read it. So what if it’s not quite a masterpiece? It’s still better than the best books of many mystery writers. Read it. You'll like it.
It’s a safe bet. It won the "Shamus." So a lot of people must have liked it a little more than I did.