Okay, cutie is not really that good looking
chick on (as usually brilliant) hard case crime cover. It’s an expression that
NYC biggest crime czar uses for murderer of some no-name starlet. Besides killing the
poor soul this cutie character also tries to pin crime to some no-name
stuttering junkie. And this junkie has apparently some connections in Europe,
so czar is pissed off at cutie and he wants him punished. And this is where his
right man – our hero – Clay comes into the play.
Sounds a bit far-fetched? It does, at least
for me. But good thing is that story is masterfully told and you don’t have
time to think about how idiotic the plot really is in its essence. And so for
the first third you are really involved in it but then it unfortunately starts
to fall apart. My main problem is total lack of any real investigation or
classical detective work. Because Clay basically just compiles a list of
victim’s ex husbands and boyfriends and then goes through it eliminating them
one by one. It gets pretty absurd when at the end (pg. 221 to be precise) even
occurs to him “that if was just barely
possible that the killer wasn’t on my list at all.” And he’s not very
skillful investigator in the first place to be honest. He uses “organization”
to do most of the dirty work for him, but when he himself is interrogating
suspects he comes up with shit like “I
can’t think of any more questions. Can you think of any more answers?”
So you are not too disappointed/surprised
by the ending. Without giving much away let’s just say that unfortunate girl
wanted to hire a lawyer to handle her divorce and out of all the lawyers in New
York, she picked her own husband. Come on Donald, get real!
So like in 361 it has great start and mediocre
ending. Westlake is not really good at plotting but he is great at language and
characterizations. Although that Ella chick was a bit redundant for me. She
didn’t contribute anything to the story and was used only (1) to show that our hero possesses
at least some kind of morals and has second thoughts about his work and (2) to also show at the end that he's too tough to afford having morals.
Or something like that. Who cares anyway...
2.5/5
Facts
Hero:
Clay. Long time ago he was George Clayton, today he is just Clay. He’s a right hand and troubleshooter of Ed Ganolese “crime czar” (in the tabloids) with a finger in the pie. Any pie. For cops he is “penny-ante crook with half an education, half a conscience, and half a mind”
Clay. Long time ago he was George Clayton, today he is just Clay. He’s a right hand and troubleshooter of Ed Ganolese “crime czar” (in the tabloids) with a finger in the pie. Any pie. For cops he is “penny-ante crook with half an education, half a conscience, and half a mind”
Location:
New York, early 60s
New York, early 60s
Dames:
2 victims + Ella, first woman that makes Clay think about leaving his job.
Cover:
Excellent one, done by Ken Laager
2 victims + Ella, first woman that makes Clay think about leaving his job.
Cover:
Excellent one, done by Ken Laager
Body
count: 4
Cool
lines:
He kept shaking like an IBM machine gone crazy. (on junkie)
Billy-Billy doesn’t have strength to kill time (on the same junkie)
“Mavis St. Paul”. “Mavis?” He snickered again. “I’ll look for a
broad named Mildred who came from St. Paul.”
His secretary, a big, well-busted, well-hipped blonde with an
I-know-what-you-want-and-it-will-cost-you expression perpetually on her face,
was just getting settled behind her desk.
Laura Marshall is easily described. It only takes four words. She’s
a rich bitch suburban matron.
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