I have always loved Ed McBain’s writing and, by extension, Evan Hunter’s because, as most mystery readers know, they were the same person. To my mind, he’s one of the greatest writers ever. However, if this had been my first exposure to him, I’d never read another book by him as either McBain or Hunter.
The Evan Hunter section: In most of these 150 pages, nothing happened except Ben Thorpe, the main character, had long, dull conversations, tried to pick up a woman to sleep with, and mused endlessly about his life. He couldn’t even answer a simple question without mulling its implications first. Making these musings even worse was they rambled, roaming all over the place but going nowhere. And to make sure we, the reader, got what Ben was thinking, Hunter told them over and over and over in his thoughts and conversations. Around page 120, something finally happened but, a few pages later we’re back to dull conversations and endless musings.
The Ed McBain section: This part had the same pointless introspection, rambling conversations, and no action (although this is more acceptable here since slow progress is often the norm in police work) as the Evan Hunter section. And to keep the tedium going, McBain even repeated passages from that section verbatim. He also writes as if none of his readers have ever read a police procedural or seen an episode of ‘Law & Order’ or ‘Hill Street Blues.’
What this book needed (to steal a line from a Toby Keith song) was ‘A little less talk and a lot more action.’ Actually, it really needed ‘A lot less talk and a lot more action.’
Sadly, there was no story here. No tension. No engagement. Nothing to capture the reader’s interest. Nothing the writing style in either half to tell one from the other. The book could have listed McBain or Hunter as the only author and nobody would know any different.
And 1 final note: If you’re into eye rolls, there are enough in this book to give every man, woman, and child in the country one of their own.
I never thought I’d come close to quitting an Ed McBain book before I finished it or giving it a 1-star rating. But I came close to both with this terrible effort. Almost every Ed McBain book I’ve read I had a hard time putting down. This one I had a hard time picking up. As a result, the most generous I can be is 1½ stars – disappointing. Make that 1¼ stars - very disappointing.