I am not sure exactly why I put True Detective by Max Allan Collins (The Road to Perdition) on my tbr list, but I know why i actually read it; Goodreads friend Joe Kraus responded to me when I added it to my list:
“When you do get to this one, please think of me on the first page when the two heavies--Lang and Miller--come in to have their chat with Nate Heller. Miller is my mother's uncle, and reading this book was one of the key experiences that pushed me toward the research that led (after 30 years) to my own book.”
That book, by the way, is The Kosher Capones: A History of Chicago's Jewish Gangsters, which I have (re)-ordered from my library, having finished this book.
In Chicago 1932, Chicago Police Department detective Nathan Heller decides, after an ethically complex case, to drop out of the CPD and become a private detective. Not a smooth financial move, but hey, chalk up on for the good guys. I’ll call the book historical fiction, as it is situated in Depression/Prohibition/mob-strong Chicago, but Collins’s preface also reveals how he came to the move that distinguishes it from many other PI books: It’s a fictional detective, but one who works on Real World Cases. As in True Crime. So it's a blend of fiction and non-fiction, mixing real with fictional characters and events.
In his job Heller (somehow) gets audience with plenty of real world crime folks, including Elliot Ness, Al Capone, Frank Nitti, Mayor Anton Cermak, and even FDR! Even George Raft, who played many villains in theater and movies. The central case that Heller encounters has to do with something that actually happened in February 1933, the assassination of Chicago Mayor Anton Cermak, though the killer was initially intending to kill FDR. But along the way we get to the Chicago World Fair, to another assassination attempt on Fank Nitti, and. . . you know, he's a hard-boiled detective, so there's dames, lots of dames, natch. Oh, and Al Capone is actually his first client!
Get this in your head first: Heller is broke, he lives in a one-room apartment with a Murphy Bed in it (which is a running joke in the book) (you don't know what that is??! You have google, kids!) and he is very young. Given all that, I am not sure what is the most improbable aspect of the book. So Is it:
1) that he gives up a job with the Chicago Police Force because he doesn’t want to be associated with corruption;
2) that he, a nobody, has open and friendly access to gangster Frank Nitti, Al Capone (in prison!), Mayor Cermak and yes, even President Franklin Delano Roosevelt;
3) that he with no cash and not a real impressive home (Murphy) “beds” several women;
4) that he saves his girlfriend from falling from a Chicago World’s Fair exhibit;
5) that he is a close friend of Elliot Ness?
One thing that stuck out for me--first in a good way, later in some annoyance--is that this is a very deeply researched book about Chicago in the early thirties. Collins, who lives in Muscatine, Iowa, admits he owes much of the Chicago feel of the book to his research partner, who lives in Chicago. At first I liked it, as I am a (admittedly transplant) Chicagoan, and then I thought it was a bit much, all the name- and place-dropping.
But I liked it well enough! True Detective (1983) (not the foundation of the 21st-century tv series) was awarded the Shamus Award for 1984 from the Private Eye Writers of America. There are more than 20 in the series, still running. Buddy Joe Kraus warned me to watch my back around his mother’s uncle, Miller, and I got that message. Jeesh, what a brute!