COUNTDOWN: Mid-20th Century North American Crime
BOOK 234 (of 250)
In McBain's introduction, he says he wrote this book in nine days. And it shows, compared to other books McBain has written.
Hook - 1 star: "A crank is a person who calls Frederick 7-8024 and says, "I don't want to have to tell you about that Chinese laundry downstairs. The owner uses a hissing iron..." and so it goes. And goes. More cranks calling in. Until a letter is handed to a desk sergeant that is very unsettling, but that could have taken place on the first line of the first page.
PACE - 2: After an oft-putting opening page, things get going. And this book reads fast until McBain, seeming to realize he has to up the word count to reach a 'novel' length, introduces a lovely lady in a negligee who has nothing to do with the story. She just sort of stands around too tempt the absolutely magnificent stud of a man, Cotton Hawes. Then another lovely lady is picked up off the street by a stranger who buys her a $300 ring she admires in a jewelry store. Now, eventually, this does lead to the plot but I didn't believe the scene: no lady with self-respect would allow herself to be bought, on the street, for a ring, unless she's a hooker. And in this case, she isn't. So that's 2 scenes stretched to the limit for word length.
Plot - 2: A sergeant desk clerk, at 8am in the morning, gets a letter that "A Lady is to be killed at 8pm that night." It is interesting what the cops do to track the to-be killer, especially a sequence in which the killer's face is drawn with info from 2 witnesses. This story is a novella, but one supposes the publisher is demanding a novel-length work. And McBain holds a clue until the final few pages, so you're not going to be able to even guess what's going on, and minus 1 star for this feature.
Characters: 1: Carella is homophobic and I'm getting tired of hearing about it. Hawes has the ladies swooning: one wonders why this stupendous-looking physical specimen isn't a model or in the movies instead of a cop making 5k a year, it makes no sense. And by this 8th book, the 'stupid cops' joke is just irritating: you can't be stupid to pass the tests to be a cop. Personally, I have never met a cop anywhere near foolish. I know of people, though, who have failed the written portion of the test. And oh, please, please stop with the coffee jokes: the world drinks coffee. And about the would-be killer? Not much information is provided at all.
ATMOSPHERE: 2: Sweaty days, run down bars, coffee. And more coffee. And a lady in a negligee cause ALL ladies in seedy apartment houses wear very expensive, sheer negligees in which to answer their door or just to walk the halls. Yes, that feature is very much a part of the pulp fiction world in which authors were sometimes given a cover (with a lovely lady almost naked) and told to write the most sensational story they could based upon the cover. But this series isn't mean to be part of that world.
SUMMARY: 1.6. McBain can do so much better. 2 major issues: 1)this is a very good novella, but is turned into a 'stretched-to-the-limit' novel and 2) cops are smart and work hard but, for example, they gotta eat and stay alert, so what's the deal with coffee and more coffee? Am I being picky? Yes, but it's my review and I'm giving my honest opinion, equal to everyone else's opinion, equal in weight to the many 5-star reviews for this work. You, too, might love this and give it 5 stars. That's great!