This diverting collection of Nameless Detective short stories, all published in the first fifteen years of his career (1968 to 1983), is a pleasant way to pass the time. These stories, although not memorable, never insult the reader’s intelligence, and they contain good enough puzzles and enough human truth to satisfy all but the most exacting mystery fan. In addition, the book features too things almost as much fun for a true “Nameless” fan as the stories: a preface which begins with the words “Why doesn’t he have a name?”, and an afterward to “Private Eye Blues” in which Pronzini tells us of his plan, in 1975, to kill off Nameless with lung cancer and begin writing “big commercial novels.” (I am glad that Pronzini had second thoughts. The best Nameless Novels begin with Labyrinth, in 1980.)
Another virtue of this book is that the ten stories themselves are diverse in their subjects and intellectual challenges: “It’s a Lousy World” (ex-con Colly Babcock is shot dead during a burglary, but his wife is convinced he’d gone straight), “Death of a Nobody” (skid row bum hires Nameless to investigate the hit-and-run death of his homeless friend), “One of Those Cases” (a simple tail to prove adultery turns into something else), “Sin Island” (Nameless’ travels to Majorca to deliver daddy’s money to a rich kid in trouble), “Private Eye Blues” (Nameless spots something wrong during a casual encounter, leading to a dangerous pursuit), “The Pulp Connection” (a locked room mystery inside a collection of old detective magazines), “Where Have You Gone, Sam Spade” (Nameless is guarding a shipment in a warehouse when a murder occurs), “Dead Man’s Slough” (a man goes missing on a very small island), “Who’s Calling?” (a woman is being threatened by obscene phone calls), and “Booktaker” (valuable items are being stolen from the rare book room of a bookstore). “The Pulp Connection,” “Dead Man’s Slough,” and “Booktaker” are my favorites, but each one of the ten stories is enjoyable.