This is the fifteenth volume in this series and I'm reading my way through in the order they were published, or as near as dammit. This is the only one that offered three long-short stories for the price of a novel, or three novellas if you want to sound literary. I wonder why. Were they ideas he didn't have time to flesh out fully? Or was it that he simply had too many 87th P. ideas altogether? Theoretically, each of these stories has enough to it to work the charm, but somehow they're not as satisfying as the novels, and the proof of this was that I forgot what each one had been about as soon as I read it, so when I came to review, the only one I could remember well was the last one.
The middle one features the death of a Rabbi, and gives McBain a chance to explore anti-Semitism and the idea of Jewish communities, with Meyer Meyer (Jewish, but not practising) at the heart of the story. I thought it was interesting but also a bit complicated or it could have been that I was too tired when I was reading it. In each of these three novellas, the dead person is just a body, not a character we've come to care about, and that makes a difference. And there's not much time for developing the other characters, including the murderer. So there's a neat plot but you don't (at least I didn't) get caught up in it.
I think I remember the last one most clearly, not because it was the best but because the murder victim was killed on a chair lift. She was intending to ski downhill, not die in the chairlift. But someone pierced her through the heart with a specially sharpened ski stick. It's a whole different setting from the usual, so I found it curiously vivid, though undeveloped. Cotton Hawes was the detective and he was away on a break with a new girlfriend. I like Cotton Hawes, although his love life didn't really get much of an outing. I can't remember who killed the girl skier or why. Just that for an 87th Precinct detective murder follows you everywhere you go.