Sat 10 Dec 2016
Reviewed by Barry Gardner: K. C. CONSTANTINE – Bottom Liner Blues.
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K. C. CONSTANTINE – Bottom Liner Blues. Mario Balzic #10. Mysterious Press, hardcover, 1993; paperback, 1994.
This is the first Balzic book from Constantine in three years. He doesn’t churn them out; the first in the series appeared in 1972. He has achieved an enviable reputation not only as a mystery writer, but a writer of regional fiction.
Mario Balzic is the 64 year-old Chief of Police in Rocksburg, Pennsylvania, a thoroughly depressed and depressing area of the state devastated by the collapse of the coal mining and steel industries. He’s feeling his age. His mother died not too long ago, and this triggered an ongoing reevaluation by his wife of their marriage and her life; he’s having minor problems with a City Father, and the area is undergoing a record drought and heat wave.
As the book opens, he is confronted with two problems. First, he’s called to the boondocks to talk to a woman with a small child, who spins a disjointed tale of a husband who is threatening to kill the man married to his ex-wife for abusing his children. The woman won’t reveal her name or her husband’s, but does give Balzic the name of the alleged abuser.
Second, a Russian-American writer he knows slightly is causing problems in his favorite bar, ranting and raving and running the customers off. From these two things the rest of the book flows, and the larger part from the latter.
This may be good regional fiction; I don’t think so, but it may be. It isn’t a good crime novel. More than anything else it is a sustained diatribe, by the Russian, by Balzic’s wife Ruth, by Balzic himself. Page after page after page consists of pure dialogue or monolog deploring everything from the economy, to a woman’s role in life and marriage, to the unfair way America treats its writers, to life in general. It is a sustained cry from the hearts of several unhappy people, some of them desperately so. One wonders about Constantine himself.
As always in Constantine’s books, the characterization is sharp and in depth, and his ear for regional dialect is superb. There is no real plot, no real sense of resolution; this is slice of life stuff. Narration is minimal — if the speeches were removed, I doubt the book would be fifty pages long. Bottom Liner Blues may be a good, even a fine, book; that, of course, is as always a matter of subjective evaluation. What it isn’t is a murder mystery, a detective story, or even a crime novel. What it is in my opinion is an exercise in self-indulgence.
Bibliographic Note: There are 17 books in this series, appearing between 1972 and 2002.
December 10th, 2016 at 9:40 pm
That number, 17, as to the number of books in the series, may be misleading. Toward the end, Balzic had retired, becoming in essence police chief emeritus and reduced in some cases to only walk-on roles.
December 10th, 2016 at 10:16 pm
What is interesting is that for many years nobody had any idea who KC Constantine really was. He finally revealed his real name in 2011, years after he had stopped writing the Balzic stories.
December 10th, 2016 at 11:51 pm
K. C. Constantine was the pen name of Carl Constantine Kosak, and even since 2011 has been pretty much a man of contradictions and mystery.
December 10th, 2016 at 10:33 pm
The books were well written, but at times the crime connection was hard to find.
December 10th, 2016 at 11:53 pm
I’ve never read any of his books, though I’ve always had the sense that I should. As well written as his books are, I’ve gradually had to decide, based on reviews such as this one, that they’re just not for me.
December 11th, 2016 at 12:15 am
I must be getting jaded because this novel sounds great! I’d run upstairs and see if I have a copy but my wife is asleep in the room where I have many of my mystery hardcovers.
December 11th, 2016 at 3:55 am
If you find you have a copy, Walker, a second opinion is always welcome.
December 11th, 2016 at 8:04 am
Here’s a second opinion: Barry was right.
I started reading the Constantine books in 1974 and 1975, when I read the first 4, and continued through book 9, SUNSHINE ENEMIES, in 1990. But this one defeated me. I couldn’t get into it at all despite a few tries, and I never read another. I’m glad to see I wasn’t totally crazy.