I guess I missed Maggody in Manhattan earlier because: a) the book designs look similar, b) the covers have no numbers on them, c) Arly talks about her time in New York (prior to the series) and Ruby denigrates New Yahrk so much that I thought I’d already read this, or d) some combination of all of those. Regardless, Maggody in Manhattan features comedic gangsters which are the logical extensions of Runyon’s “citizens,” a P.R. woman who is of the nightmare prototype (I’ve known a lot of PR people in my career and only one like that (and she didn’t last long).), a scion of the founder of a large corporation who serves as a poster child for why corporations with family names in Japan often “adopt” executives into the family to become the next CEOs, and, of course, a new love interest for Arly—although he is something more than he seems (wouldn’t you know it?).
Ruby Bee, Arly’s mother, becomes the same kind of busy-body in NYC that she is in Maggody, but the law enforcement authorities aren’t quite as generous with her as her daughter the sheriff would be. Don’t want to lose the “homey-ness” of Maggody? There are sub-plots where Kevin and Dahlia’s honeymoon is hijacked and Brother Verber finds he has more in common with Truman Capote than he might realize (you’ll understand when you get to it). Mrs. Jim Bohannon ensures that her husband pays for his sins, but finds out that her own indiscretions could be found out. The Verber side-story is funnier and faster-paced than the Kevin and Dahlia story that, in my opinion, drags on too long—even though it is worth a few chuckles.
As for the main mystery, it isn’t nearly as good as the typical Joan Hess mystery, whether Arly or Claire Malloy is the protagonist. Everything is pretty obvious from the beginning, but the comedic chaos and constantly shifting disasters play out like some of the stranger Marx Brothers scenes aboard ships and in small hotel rooms. So, even though I didn’t feel like Maggody in Manhattan was up to Hess’ usual standards, I still love the whole series. I get a laugh and, usually, a puzzle (though the Claire Malloy novels usually have less comedy and more satisfying mysteries).