I was not yet a teenager when the historical events upon which Max Allan Collins drew for Bye, Bye Baby took place. The actual events took place in late 1962. At this point, President Kennedy had made waves for allowing the Department of Justice to oversee the desegregation of Deep Southern universities, but had not yet become the hero of his showdown with Premier Khrushchev. Yet, as soon as Marilyn Monroe’s death was reported, rumors and inconsistencies began to erupt. I didn’t get it all, but I heard whispering of the Kennedys, the mafia (particularly the Chicago Outfit, though I didn’t know that name at the time), the FBI, 20th Century Fox, Frank Sinatra, the mysterious “father figure” psychiatrist, and the CIA. Not a lot of it made sense to a foolish pre-teen, but several neural pathways ended up forming shelves on which a multitude of conspiracy theories would pop up in the next several decades of my life.
What I love about Bye, Bye Baby is that Collins doesn’t allow Heller to jump at one conspiracy theory or another. Nathan Heller, the champion of modern historical fiction detectives in my opinion, doesn’t charge down one blind alley after another like many detectives; he works the evidence in parallel and doesn’t necessarily let anyone off the hook, even when he has a tentative solution. He’s always looking for the full story. Can we use Sam (“Mooney,” “Momo”) Giancana as the scapegoat? Maybe, but it isn’t that simple. Can we blame the reckless libido and ruthless ambition of the Kennedys? Maybe, but it isn’t that simple? Can we blame government cover-ups from as close as the L. A. Police Department’s “Intel” division to as far away as J. Edgar Hoover or the C.I.A.? Is there a “Red” angle? Just because McCarthyism was out of fashion by this point doesn’t mean the Cold War was over.
Naturally, many of my era won’t be able to read Bye, Bye Baby without connecting the potential conspiracies in this novel (and surrounding these circumstances) with those which later involved JFK, Dorothy Kilgallen, Jack Ruby, RFK, and more. This is what the French viticulture community would call a rich terroire It is fertile enough to promise a rich harvest of speculation and contemplation. It will make one angry and sad. It will have bittersweet moments that feel good and moments of palpable defeat. Ironically, Collins does accomplish what I considered the impossible. He does bring Heller’s investigation to a worthy conclusion. Though Heller is accused of being a dispenser of “rough justice,” one would be hard-pressed to argue that there is any type of Injustice in the volume’s conclusion.
Bye, Bye Baby was a superb experience of time-travel for me. I know it’s fiction and I know it doesn’t offer any real answers, BUT it took me back to my childhood through my adolescence and offered potential new perspectives to go with faulty, incomplete memories and assumptions. In addition, I really liked one particular emotionally-infused exchange between Heller and Bobby Kennedy when the latter is obfuscating his own involvement with Marilyn Monroe. “He could see I was steamed and did something surprising. He touched my arm. ‘I don’t disagree with you. But I can’t blame Jack, really. She is a lovely girl.’” To which Heller replies: “’Really, Bob? Marilyn Monroe is a lovely girl? Stop the [expletive deleted by me] presses.” (p. 78) That rejoinder was just so ironic in so many ways.
As Collins admits in the afterward, he began with a pro-Kennedy bias and ended up with conflicted feelings (p. 329). My feelings for the clan has always been conflicted. I feared Vatican influence when JFK ran in 1960 (But what do pre-teens really understand about politics?). I didn’t know what to make of the Madison Square Garden birthday or the rumors surrounding Marilyn’s death. I had unguarded hero worship after the integration of Ole Miss and resolution of the Cuban Missile Crisis. I was caught up in assassination conspiracy. I vowed to leave my right-wing (idealistic teenaged) politics and vote for Bobby if he was nominated in 1968 and was watching the victory speech and recap when the Sirhan Sirhan events were revealed. I didn’t really “trust” Bobby, but I “wanted” to trust him. I loved his speeches, even the “Checkers” reference in that victory speech.
So, thank you, Max Allan Collins. You have stirred up my conflict feelings, my malleable memory, and my sense of history with troubling shadows of what might have been. Once more, you have sent me down a fascinating rabbit hole of possibility mixed with improbability and infused with history. Bye, Bye Baby may be pure escapism for some, but it is a perfect storm of fascination for me.