The author very kindly presented me with a $5 Amazon gift certificate to purchase Red Chaser for the Kindle. This is a period piece dedicated to the post-war 1950s, a rough Raymond Chandleresque private investigator, a political conspiracy involving Senator Joe McCarthy, and sex scenes. What's not to like?
Well, quite a bit, unfortunately. The most striking problem I had with the book was the writing style, itself. The author is fond of nicknames. These can be endearing when adding definition and distinction to a character. Used incorrectly, as they are here, they slow down the flow of the story and cause the prose to stumble.
The nickname "Tailgunner Joe" given to Senator McCarthy is clever, at first. Less so, after being used 111 times in a 334-page book.
The story's dangerous femme-fatale was worse. Her real name, Arabella, is seen 21 times, then completely buried beneath her nickname, "the Ice Queen", which we find repeated 363 times. (Or, 1.09 times per page.) I came to dread the mention of these characters, and they were mentioned a lot.
There was also a lack of completeness in character development, most particularly that of the protagonist. Jake McHenry is a wily, resourceful person with a dark and ill-defined past as an OSS agent during World War II. He is rich from mysterious Nazi treasure plundered during the war and hidden from friends, confidants, and the U.S. government behind the façade of a private detective's cash business.
All accomplished with no sign of intrigue or subterfuge seeping into other parts of his personality or slipping into his daily life. We see no sign of him struggling to maintain the pretense of working for his money. No sign of him cutting corners or taking dark shortcuts to get through other routine areas of daily life. No behavior or habits acquired, isolating him from people who might discover his secret.
We're also expected to recognize him as a man of principle, living by his own moral standards. How? Well, mostly from lines like this: "Tailgunner Joe (-- aghhhh! There it is, again!--) hired me in confidence. I couldn't abuse that."
Why? It's never very clear. He can live on a fortune robbed by the Third Reich and stolen by him, in turn, without giving a thought to his own entitlement. Who knows what horrible acts were carried out by the SS to accumulate this booty? What good might the money do for its rightful owners or the millions of expatriates left homeless in the wake of the war? Who cares so long as Jake gets to go to the Dodger's games?
This is, in my opinion, a truly promising idea never delivered on. I don't know how many drafts the author went through before releasing this book, or who helped review it as he went along. My guess is he made the mistake of accepting praise from well-meaning people, without consulting a neutral professional to point out and correct some of its flaws.
I really wanted to like Red Chaser. Failing that, I really wanted to accept the gift of the book without criticizing it for the problems I had reading it. In the end, I don't think that was doing the author any favors or acknowledging my own taste. There are a few things I look for in a novel; engaging characters, a clever plot, and a fun narrative voice pulling me through the story. Red Chaser didn't deliver for me.