Most people remember Clifford Irving, who died recently, as the author of the so-called Autobiography of Howard Hughes, a fraud that landed him in jail for a time. However, before and after that incident, Irving enjoyed a 50-year career as a journalist and novelist, specializing in a wide variety of thrillers. One of these was the Cold War espionage novel, The Death Freak, written in 1976, the first book Irving wrote after his release from prison. The book is somewhat like the little girl with a curl: when it's good, it's very, very good, but when it's bad, it's nearly horrid.
The Death Freak is a variation on the swapping murders theme invented by Patricia Highsmith in the classic, Strangers on a Train. In Irvng’s novel, both American and Soviet intelligence agencies have clandestine black ops departments that engage in occasional wet work assignments when needed. However, since it’s often essential that the deaths they arrange not look like murders, they each employ a specialist (sort of a variant on James Bond’s Q) who devises ways of killing people in an easy-to-administer but virtually undetectable manner. Eventually, both specialists, American Eddie Mancuso and Russian Vassily Borgneff, decide to retire, and their agencies determine that the two specialists know too much and decide to retire them first. That proves easier said than done, since Mancuso and Borgneff designed all the deadly gadgets at the agencies’ disposal. The two join forces and go after the department higher-ups, and, to make it easier for them to approach their targets without arousing suspicion, Mancuso agrees to eliminate the higher-ups in the Russian agency while Borgneff does the same to the Americans.
The first three-quarters of The Death Freak consists primarily of a series of elaborate assassination schemes that Mancuso and Borgneff pull off, employing a variety of extremely lethal gadgets (my favorite was a child’s balloon, given out at a carnival, that deflates hours later, unleashing toxic gas on the inhabitants of a house, including one of the agency officials). Obviously, this sort of material isn’t for everyone, and the book also contains some rather graphic sexual encounters and some racial slurs as well (language standards in the 1970’s were a bit more relaxed that they are today). But for those not offended by such material, it’s rather entertaining to see Mancuso and Borgneff pull off schemes straight out of episodes of Mission Impossible.
Although almost every single character in The Death Freak is a cold-blooded killer, it’s somewhat easy to root for Mancuso and Borgneff as underdogs on an intellectual antihero level. But author Irving, in my view, makes the mistake of trying to humanize his protagonists and portray them as likable on a moral level as well (despite the fact that innocent victims often become collateral damage in their schemes). Unfortunately, he doesn’t do a very good job of it, leading to some very strange and nearly ridiculous sequences. An encounter in a Mexican bar, in which a drunk Eddie gets in an argument with a jealous Mexican general, makes no sense, since it occurs at a time when Eddie would be trying to keep as low a profile as possible. Worst of all is the endgame finale, in which the author attempts to inject a sense of decency and morality by giving a character a crisis of conscience about 300 pages too late.
It's unfortunate that those sequences, especially the ending, put a damper on the rather ghoulish fun in the first part of The Death Freak. The author has a good bit of satiric fun pointing out the similarities between the ways in which U.S. and Soviet intelligence conduct business, along with interoffice intrigue that goes on in each agency as people jockey for positions as vacancies occur. And each agency has its own supercomputer, one that spits out the probabilities of various eventualities and helps the agency determine its strategy. Such a storyline wouldn’t raise an eyebrow today, but the notion of running these various probability models was rather new in 1976. And, in 1976 or today, watching a couple of clever men outwit the computers and heavy-handed government officials is still entertaining.
Overall, The Death Freak is worth a read for those who enjoy this type of material and are not offended by the nature of some of the content. It’s not Irving’s best work, and the ending definitely sags, but the plotting out of the various assassinations is quite clever, involving at least a couple of scenarios most readers probably haven’t encountered before. Don’t freak out, but at those times when it’s at its best, this is a killer of a book.