I really, really, really wanted to like this book. And I didn't hate it. But, I was left feeling a little high and dry. There are so many reviews praising the novel's dead-on noir sensibilities and while there are certainly elements of noir, 'The Cleanup' doesn't strike me as nearly hard-boiled enough to be "black." That being said, I did like some of the characters. Vince, I think, would have to be my favorite. He seems to be the most "noir" of all of these characters but he's relegated to a supporting role that sort of drops off at the end. But even Vince remains puzzling to me as a reader--and not in a good way. Problematic, maybe, Here's an ex-con who takes a duffle bag full of mob cash and does nothing with it. Sure, he burns the money to prove to his wife that he loves her, that he chooses her over his former lifestyle. Vince makes sense thematically, but on a human level, I kept thinking, why is the money here for him at all? It's placed as a sort of red herring halfway through the novel. Ray and Tony, 'The Cleanup's' badly crooked cops, even vaguely hint that they will pay Vince a visit and get the cash back by force. But that never happens, and the bag is left sitting, safe and sound, in Vince's closet. Like I said, this presents Vince with an interesting dilemma: keep the money no one's looking for or the wife no one's paid attention to in a long time. It's admirable that Vince chooses his wife, but he's not conflicted enough for me. There's no struggle. Think about the character of Moss in another neo-noir novel, Cormac McCarthy's 'No Country for Old Men.' Moss, morally ambiguous but by no means an ex-con, holds onto a bag of dirty cash even when someone "compared to the Bubonic Plague" is after him. Doolittle's Vince, arrested a handful of times, no stranger to prison, who, at the worst, stands to be chased by some low-level stooges working for a bum furniture salesman and an old Polish mobster--all of whom remain mostly unaware of Vince's possession of the cash in the first place--doesn't even take the money out of the bag. Wouldn't he be at least tempted? Wouldn't he spend a little of it? Wouldn't he at least make a go of it? Would it be such an easy decision?
Obviously, we're supposed to sympathize with our leading man, Matthew Worth. I couldn't, however, ever really get a grasp on him. He isn't scarred enough to be the hero of a noir. He's had things done to him, but he hasn't really done anything to others. His biggest offense is slugging his ex-wife's new lover. He's a bad cop, but not because he's crooked or excessively forceful, but because he bumbles, because he can't live up to his brother's rep. He's too much of a victim, even if he's a victim of circumstance.
My main complaint, though, would have to be the excess of characters, all with throwaway names I couldn't keep straight. Ray. John. Matthew. Eddie. I could never see anybody in my head; that is, no one, jumped off the page, even the ones who were supposed to. Take, for instance, the character of Ray. He is, I think, Doolittle's attempted portrait of a conflicted baddie. Doolittle describes him as taking care when choosing his clothes, ordering fancy dinners in restaurants, etc. When the shit starts to hit the fan, he's the one who questions Tony's, use of violence. This is all interesting stuff, but in the book's heavy dialogue exchanges, I got lost as to who was speaking--Tony or Ray, and that's important because--well--one kills the other. I actually set the book down at a very climactic moment--involving a fist-fight, glass shards, and an arterial cutting, and said, "Wait, which one of them is kind of good again?" I don't want to call this novel Elmore Leonard Lite, but I do think Dutch would have used Doolittle's already interesting character profiles and made them jump a bit more. I'm thinking Ordell Robbie in 'Rum Punch' or any one of the mobsters in 'Get Shorty.'
All that being said, I think Doolittle writes solidly. There are few great lines here and some good pacing and, in the end, the book kept me reading. My favorite sections were the more domestic ones--scenes at John, the neighbor's, house; the quietly menacing sequences at Vince's scrap yard. The police procedural stuff is well handled, but sometimes dull, considering that the cast is so large for such a short book. 'The Cleanup' makes me want to read more Sean Doolittle. I'm still not sold yet, but I'm willing to give him another shot. But part of me just wants to read more Elmore Leonard.