This marks the third Brandstetter mystery novel that I’ve read. The sheen is starting to dull on the series for me. I don’t mind spending time with our hard boiled protagonist and the mysteries are serviceable enough. However, I get the sneaking suspicion that I desire more from both the novel’s mystery and our protagonist. Upon closing the book after the climactic finale, I feel as though I might not get what I want.
While Queerness has always been a hallmark of the Brandstetter mysteries, this is the very first that deals with it so straightforwardly (pun intended). Brandstetter finds himself reviewing the death of a gay man shot dead in his house with his lover standing over the body, holding the gun. It’s an open-and-shut case for everyone but not for our eagle-eyed death claims investigator. Brandstetter, in his usual fashion, continues to question (and smoke and drink) his way into an underground world of hustlers and gay bars. While trying to convince others that the man they have in the slammer is innocent, Brandstetter grapples with his aging father, his partner’s mother losing her marbles, and an unwelcome houseguest that just doesn’t seem to get the hint.
I’m not sure what to say about this novel that I haven’t already mused over in the first two reviews. This mystery follows the same beats that have come before it. Someone dies suspiciously, Medallion sends Brandstetter to investigate, everyone thinks it’s an open-and-shut case, but Brandstetter thinks otherwise. His investigation gives us multiple suspects before the true murderer is revealed right before an abrupt end. Sprinkled sparsely into the mystery are glimpses of Brandstetter’s personal life that are not nearly enough to satiate this reader. I find the biggest issue that I have with this series at this juncture is Brandstetter himself. The man is just truly coldhearted when dealing with people, regardless of whether they’re a suspect or a loved one.
Listen, I’ve got a soft spot for Brandstetter. He’s grown on me as much as he irks me to no end. The man doesn’t have a sympathetic bone in his body and we, the reader, are not privy on why that is. I know that he’s probably had a life of adversity due to who he loves in a time that didn’t look kindly upon it. His father, who runs the insurance company, tells him that as soon as he’s dead the board will fire Dave before his father’s casket is lowered into the ground due to his homosexuality. However, his conduct can sometimes verge on just plain cruel. This conduct isn’t just contained to those involved in the case, but also to some of the people he loves. While he showed some sentimentality toward his father when Carl talks about death, he’s cruel to Doug, his partner. Doug’s going through hard things, too. His mother is losing her mind and when Doug needs him the most, Brandstetter tells him ‘no can do’ without any explanation and hangs up on him. I get that if he stopped what he was doing to help others could have died, however, he feels just absolutely devoid of emotional intelligence in the times he needs it the most.
At this point, three novels in, I have to question how the lone gay insurance death claims investigator gets all the gay cases. Is there someone in the company that’s screening these and sending them all to the one Queer person on the payroll? It feels like there’s a lot of gay death claims. You’re telling me the board would fire Brandstetter? It feels like they need to give him a whole gay death claims division. Jeesh…
Also, what is up with Hansen’s inability to name a character something remotely interesting? He names the hustler and prime suspect Larry. The rich architect is named Thomas (okay, that one’s not bad). The Adonis being entered into the Mr. Marvelous competition is named Bobby. The victim’s name is Rick. The blandness of every Tom, Rick, and Larry (see what I did there) in this novel is utterly underwhelming. I want to go back in time, buy a baby names book, and slip it under the author’s door. Give me a few more non-monosyllabic names please!
The biggest issue I had with this novel was the introduction and immediate dismissal of the character of Kovacks. I love when I get glimpses into Brandstetter’s home life. In fact, it’s another issue I have with this series. There’s never enough of Brandstetter’s personal life. Maybe Hansen is playing the long game (there are twelve mysteries after all), but it’s starting to wear on me. For instance, Kovacks, the promiscuous pottery artist who weasels his way into moving in with Doug and Brandstetter, is absolutely hilarious! I loved every word that man said. His attempts to get into Brandstetter and Doug’s pants, respectively, were playful and amusing. He added some much needed levity to the whole Dave/Doug dynamic. While we didn’t necessarily need to get into polyamorous territory (though that would have been an interesting road to take), I wanted him to stick around. There was a lot you could have done with the character and a lot that character could have revealed about Brandstetter and his romantic relationship. Alas, Brandstetter pawns him off on a friend and just like that, Kovacks is no more. Sigh…
A pattern is emerging in these mysteries and they’re starting to feel rather by-the-book. I don’t necessarily mind as there can be a certain comfort in that. I will say that out of the three that I’ve read, this one was by far the more straightforward of them. I did like the fact that we stopped coming just up to the edges of the Queer community and actually delved into it through the sandy gay bars of the California coast and the Mr. Marvelous competition. I’m still sad that the Queer community consists of nothing but gay men and one lone lesbian (Madge). I have to remind myself that for the 70s this was still probably groundbreaking. Regardless, I find myself interested in continuing to read the series not for the mysteries, but for the tiny glimpses into Brandstetter’s life. I need to know more about him, though why I honestly couldn’t tell you.
While this mystery was somewhat elevated by taking the gay community head on and we get more tantalizing glimpses into Brandstetter’s personal life, there were missed opportunities and continued missteps that I can’t quite shake. I’m certainly hooked on the series, if nothing more than to better understand the cruel yet intriguing protagonist. I need to know more about what makes that man tick! The murder mystery might not be remarkable, but it’s the mystery of who Brandstetter is that keeps me coming back. In that, Hansen has certainly succeeded.