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238 pages, Paperback
First published November 13, 2012













...I got grilled by a surly lieutenant named Rowcliff, who had bulging eyes and a snarling voice that broke into a stutter when he got excited, which seemed to be much of the time.. That was a nice character moment. I looked forward to more of them. Even had Evernote ready to capture them like that one. That's the only quotation I bothered grabbing.
He kept trying to get me to say that I fired at the robbers first. I was nervous, but when I wouldn't budge off my story, his stuttering got worse, which would have been funny under different circumstances.
Rex Stout's death in the late 1970s left us with a long-running series of murder mysteries featuring The Great Detective Nero Wolfe and his snarky-but-loyal sidekick (and narrator of all the books in the series), Archie Goodwin. Balancing the divide between the Eccentric Genius popularized in the 19th Century by Sherlock Holmes with the then-growing audience for hardboiled man-of-action detectives who spoke and wrote in a stylized vernacular, the series navigated the Twentieth Century in over thirty novels and thirteen novella collections (usually trilogies), going from mid-Depression Era America to The Seventies, all with Archie in his early Thirties and Wolfe in undefined Middle Age. There were also motion picture, radio and television series featuring the characters over the years, with varying levels of fidelity to the source material.

Robert Goldsborough's taking over the Nero Wolfe series in the mid-Eighties. While he does a decent enough job with the stories, it always feels like a pastiche rather than a continuation - Archie's narrating voice, and his observations, are so distinctly his that something always feels a bit off to me with Goldsborough's Archie. This "a bit off"-ness is emphasized in this story, supposedly detailing the circumstances under which Archie Goodwin came to be Nero Wolfe's full-time Confidential Assistant.
