Saturday, October 18, 2014

Hail to the Chief (Ed McBain, 1973)

Nostalgic one. My father used to be a big admirer of McBain but I just couldn't get into his writing when I was in my teens. Too formulaic, not enough action, no femme fatales, detailed police procedures descriptions instead of snappy dialogues etc. I preferred (and still do) the vivid world of PIs.

I have learned to appreciate a good writing and smart story telling (I hope) in all these years since but still couldn't enjoy this one. Its subject is juvenile gangs violence which isn't exactly my cup of tea although (like any other subject) it can be done decently or even brilliantly. The whole setup in this one just didn't work for me. I mean - how can you take seriously a bunch of kids that still live with their parents? And at the same time organize their gangs (they call them cliques) into mob-like hierarchies with counselors, secretaries, war chiefs and so on. Sounded a bit silly to me to be honest...

There's no mystery and it is a good example of content being sacrificed to the form. Our detectives' investigation runs in parallel with the reading of the gang leader's confession statement in flashbacks after he had been arrested. So the whole narration comes down to something like this: guy explaining what had happened and then Ed McBain describing how our heroes concluded that same thing using the police procedures. It's an interesting concept but it quickly wears off and becomes more and more annoying. My humble opinion is that this approach would function much more effectively if the guy would be interrogated instead. There are pages and pages of that statement without any dialogues and the whole thing is at times really hard to digest.

Far from being bad, but it's just not for me. Still isn't, even after all those years.

3/5

Facts:

Hero:
Detectives Steve Carella and Bertram Kling of the 87th precinct

Location:
The city in these pages is imaginary.
The people, the places, are all fictitious.
Only the police routine is based on
established investigatory technique. 

Body count
Let's round it to 10. It starts with three man, two girls and a baby in the ditch  (Nice racial and ethnic balance. Three of them were black, two of them were Hispanic and one of them was white), then two more during the story development and at least two in the final shootout. But probably much more since three gangs with approximately 50 members are fighting the third world war (they even have hand grenades!).

Dames:/
Blackouts: /

Title: 
Don't get it. It probably refers to Nesbitt who is a chief of Yankee Rebels but I can't remember anyone hailing to him.

Cover
Pretty unimaginatively constructed human face using the gangs colors and weapons. I doubt Carpenter considered this for a poster of his masterpiece Assault on Precinct 13

Cool lines:
There was another color staining the ice. The color was blood. The bodies were naked. The nakedness made the night seem even colder than it was. 

I don't know any rich man's sons who got killed in that war over there, do you? And I don't know any rich man's sons who get killed in the street in the middle of the night. If there's a God, mister, he doesn't know about poor people.

I knew this was a drastic measure, but I reasoned with the council that if there is nobody left to fight a war, then the war automatically stops.

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