Once again, the cornerstone of many a James Hadley Chase novels comes into play in Not My Thing. A kidnapping. Along with it, of course, he includes blackmail, murder, infidelity, and justice. This is JHC's penultimate novel, and he has brought along many of his favorite characters, including Tom Lepski of the Paradise City PD. This was well over a dozen times that Lepski has appeared in a Chase story. Paradise City and its PD, too, have grown. But into something of almost a pure abstraction. For this Paradise City is an amalgam of both American and British slang and mangled idioms. It's a place where, in 1983, swing music still rules and visions of the 1930s and 1940s keep popping through the text.
As with most Chase stories, the action is fast paced and unrelenting. Billionaires are just as corrupt and murderous as mafia hitmen. And, once again, Chase makes use of a Vietnamese background. The first JHC book I ever read, A Lotus for Miss Quon had a key role for a Vietnamese houseboy. So does Not My Thing. One minor quibble: do characters in a JHC novel ever do any exercise other than "having a swim?" Rarely do they play golf or tennis. Never do they jog or go to a gym and lift weights. Just forever swimming.