Bank Shot is book number two in the adventures of John Dortmunder and friends. In one sense it is also the second caper they attempt. But in The Hot Rock they had to plan and execute six heists; each in a different place and often with the same goal. That book is longer both because of the complexity and the exposition to “meet” the gang. In this book, we only meet two new characters and the job is completely different.
Since I originally read the author in his Richard Stark/Parker alias, I was unaware of his “fun” side. And in every Dortmunder book I have read so far, the story develops plenty of comedy ranging from coincidence to near-slapstick. But the formula stays fresh because the heists are different, the locations (in and out of NYC) are different, and the screw-ups are different. Mr. Westlake is clearly enjoying himself (perhaps the better word is “indulging”) in these books. Clearly his readers shared that enjoyment as the series extended on for many years and many entries.
In this book, most of the original players return, but we have a new locksman, an ex-FBI agent who happens to be Andy Kelp’s nephew, and Dortmunder’s lady, May. Dortmunder is surviving hand-to-mouth selling encyclopedia subscriptions (not actual ones of course) and bemoaning the dearth of cash-rich targets in the modern (1972) era. Kelp comes to him with an idea for a job, but even their first encounter is played for a bit of humor. Dortmunder, for his part, wants nothing to do with anything concocted by Kelp as he blames him for past plans gone wrong. Eventually, he yields to pressure and he works out a plan to steak a bank.
I won’t give you any more details, but you can be certain that things go both well and poorly. The job comes off – mostly – but then obstacles keep getting thrown at them; people, things, and even the weather act against them. Dortmunder, like Parker, plans his jobs meticulously. Unlike Parker he seems to plan less for possible failure and not at all for double-cross (these are his well-known associates, after all). But once the cookie begins to crumble, a lot of seat-of-your-pants navigation keeps the plan aloft. Watching him squirm is half the fun.
In the middle of this book, the author pays homage to Dashiell Hammet by naming a security firm “The Continental Detective Agency”. I thought that was enough of a hint, but he goes on to name a non-uniformed “rank” which is called a Continental Op. That was a bit heavy-handed for my tastes. (If you’ve not read any of the books about The Continental Op, run, run, as fast as you can and get them from your local bookshop or library and enjoy!) There is also a reference to Elmore Leonard as well as Parker himself.
In the course of four books (I started with a couple of later ones) I have grown much found of the team and its dour leader. The stories are well-planned both in ideas and minutiae, they are inventive, and they are lighthearted. You can breeze through them and have a good time. The writing is precise and oh so very different from the Parker series. I was on the fence about rating this only 3.5, but I’m staying with a full Four (4) Stars for this one. I read this in the same day as The Hot Rock and enjoyed myself immensely.