I'll confess to having pulled Chris Ewan's The Good Thief's Guide to Venice off the new fiction shelf because I liked the looks of its cover. Having finished it, and thoroughly enjoyed it, I'll now definitely locate and read its three predecessors. While not quite the equivalent of Lawrence Block's Bernie Rhodenbarr, Ewan's Charlie Howard is a mystery/suspense writer whose protagonist engages in enough legerdemain to suggest his author is not unfamiliar with the fine art of burglary. The interesting wrinkle, of course, is that as part of his writing ritual Charlie sets up house in a new city for each novel he undertakes. Partway through a check-in visit from his editor, Charlie is nine-months "clean" (i.e., without a robbery to his credit) when his lucky talisman of an autographed first edition of The Maltese Falcon is stolen. He is promised its safe return if he will simply engage in a robbery. The story then spins off into a delightful series of escapades.
What this reader found most enjoyable was the sort of "play within the play within the play" in which Charlie breaks plane and speaks directly to his readers. This is done in a cleverly readerly fashion in which both the plot (i.e., the action) and the very words in the paragraphs assume the form of the critique Charlie the writer is providing his readers. It's done three times (yes, I counted) to very good effect.
As an avid reader, I'm always intrigued when characters in books are readers, too. While that wasn't the case in this novel, an interesting variant on this theme was the fashion in which Ewan answered the question of how anyone came to know that Charlie even possessed a first-edition--let alone a signed copy. Well-played, Mr. Ewan, as this would have truly been a vexing question had it gone unanswered.
The pacing of this book was great! It was evenly paced with plausible additions and fun double-crosses. (I lost count, perhaps there was even a triple-cross in there?) I thoroughly enjoyed the book, and am pleased to be able to say that as the somewhat pedantic spelling of oesophagus on p. 3 was a bit off-putting. In retrospect, one sees that the novel follows the very same writerly advice Charlie gives himself--as well as the bits his editor, Victoria, bestows from time to time. All told, this was a cleverly complete story and one that is delightfully tongue in cheek. I'm more of a hard-boiled detective fan, but I can well imagine fans of cozies enjoying this one as well.