Bruno Fischer’s 1946 novel, “The Pigskin Bag,” like several other of Fischer’s books, takes a suburban couple, Adam and Esther Breen, and thrusts them into the middle of a criminal caper. It all starts, as it does in so many of these paperbacks, with a bag of treasure. In these books, it’s a briefcase, a bowling bag, an indistinct package, or such with half the criminal world after it. Here it’s a “pigskin bag,” which may not be common anymore.
What really makes this novel work do well is how Fischer juxtaposes mundane suburban life with the wonderful world of thugs and criminal types. As Adam stands with his hands raised at gunpoint in his garage, he hears his wife and daughter in the house, the neighborhood kids bicycling around, the commuters coming home. No one suspects what he’s up against, the terror, the panic, the difficulties.
Adam Breen, Mr. car salesman himself, is the perfect ordinary chump. H is at a loss at his to deal with the thugs who keep coming around. He goes to the police and they don’t believe his story. He decides to go after the thugs on his own, but without a plan or tactical plan. He didn’t know what he’s doing, but thinks he will figure it out.
Fischer, once again, offers a well-written, easy to read, novel that showcases what happens when trouble comes and finds an ordinary guy for whom trouble really isn’t his normal business.