My favorite Matt Kindt book so far. Just fabulous. I mean, I am enjoying the Mind Management series, which is a kind of X-Files meets X-Men story, a group of people working for some unclearly outlined cause with different super abilities. But this feels more intimate, in a way, less ambitious, more manageable, though apparently not that manageable, since a glance at the reviews reveals that a lot of people don't seem to get it, or like it, it's too huh???! or something, and I can see that, I really can.
Red-Handed is the tale of a detective who is good at catching criminals, who figures them out. He's compulsive, and it takes over his life. Then we have the criminals themselves, who are equally and sort of similarly compulsive as they commit petty crimes: They steal chairs, take photographs of women's legs or get people to hit them so they can collect huge insurance settlements. All these people are interesting, and kind of funny, and help us, through Kindt's guidance, meditate on human nature, on crime, and compulsion. What do they all have in common? Much of the book feels like a meditation on these things, rather than just a crime thriller, though it does become that, finally, but I won't reveal too much about that, how things get surprisingly linked, though like with any good mystery, it's all there, there are clues along the way!
The feel of the book is of a work that loves and respects mystery and detective stories but also wants to dig deeper into the genre, to see what such stories and people tell us about being human. It goes meta on us. It's a sort of a comics study of the psychology of crime, though even that isn't very straightforward. It's not a textbook. The form has a lot of deliberate and thoughtful fragmentation, a lot of reflection, separate dialogue pages, and some really complex and probably for some people frustratingly baffling aspects to it. Don't just read this if you are interested in Robert Parker, though that IS in here in all its genre requirements, it really is. It's like the description says, Dashiell Hammett meets Paul Auster; it's a postmodern reflection on mysteries. With some David Lynch thrown in. And then, it does come together, finally, as dots get connected in a surprising way, in (thanks Seth Hahne, whose review is the best one I read here) a Twist that the best mysteries require to be satisfying.
The quirky art style fits with the pomo detective blend. Someone that reviewed it said that he could help us differentiate better between all the white people here, and that seems right. But this is a way smart, and challenging book, and for me that means it is even more entertaining. I really loved it. I loved the texture of its telling, all the pieces of the puzzle that really look like fragments visually because of his multiple genre design: Straight dialogues, wordless sections, sections ripped from the local newspaper, and so on. So good. You have to work at it, but it is worth the time.