I get the sense after reading Ax and He who Hesitates, that McBain is trying to be a prosaic writer and not a crime fiction story teller. Nearly every book in the series gives an eloquent personified version of NYC/Isola, in spite of being a mystery series. McBain works tirelessly to imbue these qualities to a town that doesn't need, nor warrant, them.
The mystery in Ax has more threads than a bed sheet, yet is utterly so simplistic as to be nearly unbelievable. This story is more a character study of people and their maladies, proclivities, and peculiarities, than a police procedural. More to the point, even Danny Gimp Nelson gets a back story, amid a wash of exposition of his criminal history and trial, and the meaning of a snitch.
Make no mistake, the bulls of the 87th are the conduit for the delivery of lies, misdirects, and fodder that make up the bulk of this story. They endure the cold January weather to stake out clues, interview suspects?, and search for the culprit of the main murder. Carella and Hawes are in routine form throughout, with a glimpse of Teddy and the kids to add to the family aspect.
Yet, after each step in the investigation, it just feels that no matter how lively, colorful and vibrant Isola is supposed to be, it is still filled with disgusting, degenerate, and greedy people that are better left under the rock from which they were found.
This is one of the lesser 87th mysteries for me.
Not a bad story, but don't pick it up for the mystery.
Thanks for reading.