A murder in the French Quarter. A retired mob hit man. A young hippie waiter. Some additional, colorful characters. Written by Robert Asprin. It has all the qualities of a good read. So why does it fall flat? Well, there are too many cliches. The book is more focused on the culture of the Quarter than on solving the murder. The book takes itself too seriously. After all, it is supposedly written by Asprin. It should be funny.
The opening chapter introduces readers to the murder of Sunshine, a young, bright-eyed girl working in the service industry (restaurants and bars - no prostitutes with a heart of gold in this book). The police are baffled. And they lose interest after a few days. Bone is another service industry Quarterite who takes Sunshine's murder particularly hard. Maestro is a a retired mob hitman, or something. He is aware of Sunshine. For some reason, he decides to help Bone solve the murder and possibly seek revenge. See? It does not sound like Asprin at all. It is too serious.
Normally, an Asprin book would mix in a good dose of dark comedy and sprinkle on some sex or at least lewdness. Nothing here. Even in a setting such as the French Quarter rife with stereotypes, drunks, foolish people doing foolish things, everyone identified by nicknames, everyone with a shady and mysterious background, and readers get a serious murder mystery steeped in....well, it is not lore....it is sociology. Sociology? Yup. There is almost more in the book about living and dying in the French Quarter than there is in solving the mystery. Both Bone and Maestro spend considerable time exploring their feelings. The result is a very slow moving story even though the events chronicled last only about a week. The only humor comes from a bizarre drug dealer.
The book is written from a first-person angle alternating between Bone and Maestro. This is a perfectly normal way to go. It allows an opportunity to have two totally different characters offer different takes on unfolding events. Unfortunately, both Bone and Maestro are bland, dry, and remarkably similar. The alternating points of view are similar in style and observation. Readers will not easily distinguish between them unless they note who is talking on the first page of each chapter. The alternating chapters also has a tendency to interrupt the action - every time. Bone is breaking into Sunshine's apartment - what he was caught? - moving onto Maestro and his damn Irish whiskey. Maestro was picked up by the police - let's stop and revisit Bone smoking and waxing philosophically about movies. By the time readers reach the climax of the story, the authors' need to change viewpoints alienates and desensitizes the reader. Whatever.
As a murder mystery, the story does progress with clues and elimination of suspects. The authors did a good job flushing out the murderer and closing the case. Too many murder mysteries lack clues while the amateur sleuth stumbles into danger. In this case, the sleuths steady collect data and zero in on the killer. But there is a lot of fluff. Way too much space and time are devoted to personal reflection and describing life in the French Quarter.
Overall, I was disappointed. As a fan of Asprin's Myth, Phule's Company, and Thieves' World series, this marks a noted change in writing style. Yes, Thieves' World took itself seriously too. But so much of Asprin's work contains gaiety and humor. This book needs humor. A hippie, a hitman, and a voodoo priest walk into a bar....and they talk about the unpleasantness of 9-5 jobs. I refuse to believe that Asprin had much to do with this book before his death, maybe an outline. The writing style is so slow that by the time the protagonists face the antagonists in the final pages, I yawned and set down the book for another day. I just did not care.