I have been a fan of the V.I. Warshawski series for a long time, and this may well be the best one yet, pitting Vic in an extraordinarily complicated plot involving two completely different subplots that turn out in the end to be not at all separated. I started off years ago not at all liking first-person narratives, but I have come to appreciate them more during the course of my life, and I think Paretsky does a great job of it. I am intrigued by the sparseness of the dialog; Paretsky can go for pages with no dialog at all, which seems remarkable.
I do not remember if Lotty Herschel was a character in any of the earlier Warshawski novels I have read (and I rather doubt that I have read them all), but she features prominently in this one-so prominently, in fact, that the action is periodically halted by a chapter (including the first chapter in the book, as well as the last) exposing us to Lotty's steam-of consciousness thinking, which is giving us more of the background history, telling us what really happened 50 years ago … which, of course, has direct bearing on what is happening today. The story begins when Vic Warshawski, now a middling-aged Chicago private detective, gets talked into a stint of babysitting, taking care of a precocious monster of a little 5-year-old girl, Calia, who is the granddaughter of a friend, who happens to be Lotty's current lover, while that friend is involved in a panel discussion about the issue of whether or not insurance companies should be paying off holocaust victims, of which the friend is one, and Lotty is another. Vic is supposed to drop Calia off at the end of that panel discussion, is delayed because two separate groups are picketing the building at which it is being held, with one of these groups being led by a Jewish leader insisting on reparation and the other group being led by a black city alderman who contends that this would be unfair to blacks who want reparation for slavery issues. The news item of the day, however, is the appearance at the panel discussion of a member of the audience who reports that he has only just recently discovered that he is Jewish and a holocaust victim, with his memory having been restored by a well-known therapist, and Vic's lover's editor decides that writing a book about this will bring him fame and fortune. Confused? Paretsky has more than two dozen characters in this novel, along with several other minor characters, and she introduces them about as fast as I have here.
Finished with that chore, Vic goes to meet a new client, a black blue-collar worker, who wants to hire her to look into a denial of insurance claim on his uncle, because the insurance company contends that they had already paid out the insurance claim ten years before the insuree died. This client is not able to pay much, and his disagreeable wife is vehemently opposed to the whole idea, in no uncertain terms, but Vic says she will see what she can do within her 5-hour minimum. She expects that to be a fairly easy task, since the director of claims at that insurance company happens to be an old lover of hers. The ex-lover, Ralph Devereux, has his own problems, however, as his company has just been bought out by a Swiss insurance company, and a home-company representative is hovering at his side, and the latter takes an extreme interest in the case, declining to let Vic look at the files. Vic then goes to visit the insurance agency which originally wrote the policy, finding the original salesman has been dead for many years and the firm is now being run by the son of the original owner, who also gets close-mouthed after looking at the file.
That's when things start happening. Before things get sorted out, a few people wind up dead, with Vic's client being blamed for at least one of those deaths, and the intricacy of the constantly turning plot gets more and more involved. I love a complicated plot, but this one actually had my head spinning, so that one point I had to stop reading and go do a sudoku puzzle just to clear my mind before going to bed!
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08/01/2012 -- And here's proof that my youngest daughter was very wrong in telling me that Goodreads would be the answer to the problem of rereading books I had forgotten having read. That only works if one looks them up! I've just read the novel again, three years and a week later, and I had the feeling all the way through that I had read it before, but right up to the last page I did not know what was going to happen or who the bad guy was. In fact, I came here to post a new review and found this one sitting here from the past. If it's any consolation, I gave it four stars the second time, too!
The fourth star is just for extra appreciation, I guess--I’ve just come off from reading two novels (one a 757-page monster that should have been finished within 600 pages), both of which were excellent in their own right, but both of which had a meandering style with a lot of repetition, as well as the inclusion of blind-end trails that did not go anywhere, and Paretsky’s book is so professional that it cuts like a knife. I really like Paretsky’s style. There are a lot of lines of action in this novel, all winding around each other as one thing leads to another. There are several interesting peripheral characters, all drawn rather nicely, but the real prize is Victoria, herself, who is drawn so empathetically that I feel I am looking out of her eyes as I read the book.