REVIEWED BY BARRY GARDNER:

   

GREGORY MCDONALD – Skylar. Skyler Whitfield #1. William Morrow & Co., hardcover, 1995. Avon, paperback, 1997.

   I’m one of the relatively few people who never was particularly fond of the “Fletch” books, though I thought a later one, Son of Fletch, was pretty good. Mcdonald’s writing always struck me as okay, even better than that sometimes; I just didn’t care much for “Fletch.” Mcdonald thought he was a whole lot cuter than I did.

   Skylar Whitfield is a young man who seems determined to underachieve. His placid existence is disrupted one summer when a northern cousin who is the paragon of every virtue Skylar seems to lack comes to visit, and then a young lady widely regarded as Skylar’s is brutally murdered. Not everybody believes Skylar did it, but the law does, and he has to prove he didn’t by finding out who did.

   If that doesn’t sound like much of a plot to hang a novel on, well, it isn’t. I swear, sometimes it seems to me that there’s not a writer new or old (and by implication not an editor, either) who gives the slightest damn about plot credibility, Come up with a cute character, write some readable prose, and to hell with whether it all makes sense or not – and that exactly describes Skylar. The character is reasonably interesting if a bit superficially done, Mcdonald does his usual decent brand of prose, and the plot is absolutely, totally, unequivocally stupid.

   Unbelievable. In-fucking-credible. I’ve always been a character – rather than a plot-driven reader, but Jesus, there are limits. Well, there are with me, anyway; evidently there aren’t with a lot of people. Pass this gobbler up.

— Reprinted from Ah Sweet Mysteries #21, August-September 1995

   

Bibliographic Update: There was but one additional entry in the series, that being Skylar in Yankeeland (1997)