REVIEWED BY DAN STUMPF:         


CASTLE IN THE DESERT. 20th Century-Fox, 1942. Sidney Toler (Charlie Chan), Arleen Whelan, Richard Derr, Douglass Dumbrille, Henry Daniell, Edmund MacDonald, Victor Sen Yung (Jimmy Chan). Based on characters created by Earl Derr Biggers. Director: Harry Lachman.

CASTLE IN THE DESERT Charlie Chan

   Fox Movie Channel has decided to air the Charlie Chan films after all, and everyone should take advantage of this chance to see a really fine print of Castle in the Desert, Fox’s last Chan film and one of the best, thanks to the astute direction of Harry Lachman.

   Lachman was a French Impressionist painter who fled Europe ahead of the Nazis and found work in Hollywood, mostly at 20th Century-Fox. He stayed primarily in B-movies, not all of them much good, but his work showed a consistently interesting visual style and fluid pacing that elevated many a pre-doomed project (such as Dr. Renault’s Secret, a Mad Scientist meller in which Arthur Shields(!) plays a French Gendarme).

CASTLE IN THE DESERT Charlie Chan

   His Dante’s Inferno (1939) is particularly interesting: the film itself is a rather awkward rise-and-fall-of-Spencer-Tracy morality tale, built around ten minutes of silent footage of Hell from an old Italian movie (hence the title), but Lachman’s handling of scenes in Tracy’s fun-house, and a shipboard fire prove more interesting than celluloid Hell itself.

   Getting back to Castle in the Desert, it is, as I said, a pretty entertaining effort, what with Lachman’s punchy direction, a clever script (including a surprisingly intelligent use of the old guy-hiding-in-a-suit-of-armor gag) and the presence of Henry Daniell and Douglas Dumbrille, giving it their sinister all as suspects in the game.

   Dumbrille especially seems to enjoy himself here, given a part slightly more sympathetic than normal. He was — like Laurence Harvey — one of those actors who never made any claim on our sympathy, but where Harvey came across as emotionally constipated, Dumbrille was always just stuffy; except in his personal life, where at age 70 he married the 28-year-old daughter of his friend and fellow-actor, Alan Mowbray.

CASTLE IN THE DESERT Charlie Chan

A REVIEW BY DAVID L. VINEYARD:         


BRENT GHELFI – The Verona Cable. Henry Holt, hardcover; First Edition, August 2009.

BRENT GHELFI

   Alexei Volkovoy, aka Volk, is an ex Soviet Military Covert agent, a one-legged man in the bloody kicking contest that is the Russian underworld in the wake of the fall of Communism, and the hero of this and two other novels from Brent Ghelfi.

   Tough, smart, ruthless, and human, Volk is a often caught in the crossfire between the former Russian secret police, the underworld, the Americans, and the complex and deadly past of the former Soviet Union.

   In The Verona Cable we meet him wounded and on the run in Los Angeles, after a mission has gone terribly wrong. It began back in Russia when an American cinematographer shows up murdered in a warehouse owned by Volk.

   After a rough time with the secret police Volk is freed to return home to his lover Valya (like him, an amputee, and victim of Russia’s violent and tragic recent past — and yes, the metaphor is a bit heavy handed, though to give Ghelfi credit he uses it sparingly — the wounded lovers taking shelter in each others arms to make one whole individual …).

   Soon Volk discovers the dead American cinematographer was once a Soviet agent operating in the United States during the Cold War like Alger Hiss or the Rosenbergs, and is somehow tied to Volk’s father, a disgraced Soviet pilot who may have defected to the West with a high tech Soviet spy plane when Volk was born. More importantly the so called Verona Cable on the dead man may point to the legendary Source 19, a highly place American traitor who had access as high as the wartime White House.

BRENT GHELFI

   There are secrets that some will still kill to find out.

   Which is how Volk finds himself sent to Los Angeles on a quest that is both personal and of interest to the Russians and the Americans, with everyone using him and everyone willing to sacrifice him for the truth — or to conceal it. A truth that proves to be an elaborate and cunning espionage coup that has been in the making for over sixty years and could still prove a decisive blow even now.

   So that Volk finds himself a stranger in a strange land, alone and surrounded by enemies:

   The only person I trust is Valya, and she is half a world away. I’m on my own, hunted by the police and by American intelligence agencies. My adversaries could be any of a half dozen organizations. What I don’t know is who is pulling the strings. If I can’t figure that out soon I’ll be dead.

   Ghelfi, I’m happy to say, writes rings around many of today’s thriller writers in this field, and while I don’t think he is quite in the Le Carre class as a cover blurb by Brad Thor suggests, he is penning intelligent and well-written tales of international intrigue that rise out of Cold War tensions and modern complexities. His Russian backgrounds and settings give a feel for the current nature of Russian life without overwhelming the reader in the exotic setting.

BRENT GHELFI

   That said, an early flashback within a flashback structure is a bit confusing, and though the writing is certainly good, I’m not always a fan of first person present tense narrative in a book this long. It does have some immediacy, but it doesn’t lend itself to much outside of action scenes.

   I’ll be looking for the earlier books in the series and later ones. Volk, Valya, his ally the General, and American NSA operative Brock Matthews are interesting characters with believable ties to Volk, and with so many plot absurdities in many modern thrillers, it is nice to find a writer who can still play variations on classic espionage themes like double agents and treason

   And Ghelfi can write when he pauses long enough to:

   A lonely light hovered far out to sea, little more than an amber smudge blinking in and out of existence through the rain. A fellow traveler in the darkness …Gliding along, wrapped in a brown mantle, hooded by the night.

   If Ghelfi can find a balance between the well written action scenes, the complexities of plot, and that kind of evocative writing he is going to be a thriller writer to watch. He is already one to read.

       The Alexei Volkovoy series —

1. Volk’s Game. Henry Holt, hc, 2007; Picador, trade pb, Aug 2008.

2. Volk’s Shadow. Henry Holt, hc, 2008; Picador, trade pb, Feb 2010, as Shadow of the Wolf.

3. The Verona Cable. Henry Holt, hc, 2009.

REVIEWED BY GEOFF BRADLEY:         


JOEL TOWNSLEY ROGERS Red Right Hand

JOEL TOWNSLEY ROGERS – The Red Right Hand. Simon & Schuster, hardcover, 1945.

First published in New Detective Magazine, March 1945. Reprinted many times, in both hardcover and soft. Shown: Pocket 385, pb, 1946; Dell D203, pb, Great Mystery Library #9, 1957.

    It’s been a while since I despaired of catching up with all the books I would want to read so I have piles of books by old favourites that I haven’t yet got around to, books that I have acquired over the years meaning to try, and new books whose descriptions seem tempting for one reason or another.

    This fell into the second category, an impossible crime story that comes highly recommended from some quarters including that indefatigable searcher of impossible crime themes, Bob Adey.

JOEL TOWNSLEY ROGERS Red Right Hand

    Indeed it was a visit from Bob, who persuaded my son to try the book, even finding a copy in a local second-hand book shop, that led to me finally getting around to it.

    I had heard that it was a difficult book to read, that the language was turgid and the action was slow-moving, but in fact I was soon into things and though the layout was rather unusual it never lost my interest.

    The story is told by Harry Riddle, a medical doctor, starting with him sitting at the desk of Adam MacComerou in the wilds of Connecticut recounting the story of what has happened in order to try make sense of it.

JOEL TOWNSLEY ROGERS Red Right Hand

    His recollections are not in chronological order as he muses over what he has been told: the story of Inis St. Erme, a rich young man, and Elinor Darrie, his bride to be, who are driving overnight to Vermont in order to be married, and how a tramp that they give a lift to kills St. Erme and drives off creating much mayhem before impossibly disappearing in the region of MacComerou’s house.

    Finally the story catches up to current time and Riddle’s writings finally allow him to explain what has happened.

    There would appear to be a few coincidences abounding, unless I’m missing something here, but the denouement is comprehensive and clears up the mysteries pretty well.

    An unusual style, but I thoroughly enjoyed the book and I’m glad I can now add it to my list (still being compiled) of books read.

REVIEWED BY WALTER ALBERT:         


IF I HAD A MILLION. Paramount, 1932. Gary Cooper, Charles Laughton, George Raft, W. C. Fields, Jack Oakie, and 41 featured players. Screenplay by various hands, based on the novel Windfall by Robert D. Andrews. Directed by Ernst Lubitsch, Norman Taurog, Stephen Roberts, Norman McLeod, James Cruze, William A. Seiter, and H. Bruce Humberstone. Shown at Cinevent 41, Columbus OH, May 2009.

IF I HAD A MILLION

    The premise of this eight-part anthology film is that wealthy John Glidden (Richard Bennett), close to death, dissatisfied with his life and wanting to do some good before he dies, decides to give his fortune away in the form of million dollar checks to strangers.

    The film seems to include every name actor on the Paramount lot at the time, but the sequence that is best known is “Road Hogs,” directed by Norman McLeod. It features W. C. Fields and Alison Skipworth as former, down-on-their-Iuck vaudevillians who, with the check that Emily La Rue (Skipworth) receives, buy the car of their dreams.

    When the car is demolished by a road hog, the pair buy a fleet of cars and, followed by their new purchases, each with its own driver, they take the lead in an afternoon’s drive during which they demolish the car of every road hog who tries to cross their path, until, they drive off triumphantly in the last undamaged car.

    The narrative spectrum includes a forger trying, without success, to cash his check, a death-row prisoner relieved to have a fortune to leave to his wife, and, in the shortest and most pointed of the stories, directed by Ernst Lubitsch, a lowly clerk (Charles Laughton) who finds the perfect way to pay back his employer for years of indignities inflicted upon him.

    As might be expected, the film is uneven, but it’s never less than entertaining, and at its best, a wonderful display of the writing, directing and acting talent available at Paramount in the early 1930s.

IF I HAD A MILLION                

   Mystery writer Lyn Hamilton died of cancer earlier this week (September 10th) at the age of 65. At a pace of a book a year over the past 11 years, she was the author of an equal number of mystery adventures featuring her series character Lara McClintoch.

LYN HAMILTON

   From Lyn Hamilton’s website: “The series features Toronto antique dealer Lara McClintoch, who travels the world in search of the rare and beautiful for her shop, finding more than a little murder and mayhem along the way. Each book in the series is set in a different and exotic location and calls upon the past in an unusual way.

    “The first book in the series, The Xibalba Murders, was nominated for an Arthur Ellis Award for best first crime novel in Canada, and the eighth, The Magyar Venus was nominated for an Ellis award for best crime novel. The Celtic Riddle formed the basis for the 2003 Murder She Wrote TV Movie starring Angela Lansbury.”

LYN HAMILTON

   The Chinese Alchemist (2007) had already been announced as Lara McClintoch’s final appearance.

   Also from the author’s website: “Courses in both cultural and physical anthropology in her student days at the University of Toronto inspired a life-long interest in ancient cultures. Lyn was for six years the Director of the Ontario Cultural Programs Branch, the branch responsible for the licensing of all archaeology in the province as well as for museum and heritage conservation support programs.

LYN HAMILTON

    “Lyn visits each of the locales she writes about, and has led tours to come of the sites in her books. Her books have been translated in Chinese, German, Spanish, Italian, Hebrew and Turkish and will soon be available in Croatian, Greek, Hungarian and Thai.

    “She was writer-in-residence at the North York Central Library in 2003, and held the same position at the Kitchener Public Library in 2004. She lives in Toronto, and like her sleuth Lara is something of an antiques addict.”

    More details about the author can be found in online obituriaries on the Toronto Star and CBC websites.

   The Lara McClintoch Archaeological Mysteries. The entire series was published by Berkley. The first two were paperback originals; all of the others were published first in hardcover, then in paperback.

      The Xibalba Murders (1997)
      The Maltese Goddess (1998)
      The Moche Warrior (1999)

LYN HAMILTON

      The Celtic Riddle (2000)
      The African Quest (2001)
      The Etruscan Chimera (2002)
      The Thai Amulet (2003)

LYN HAMILTON

      The Magyar Venus (2004)
      The Moai Murders (2005)

LYN HAMILTON

      The Orkney Scroll (2006)
      The Chinese Alchemist (2007)

Short story:

       “Stark Terror at Tea-Time.” Original story with Lara McClintoch. Included in Death Dines In, edited by Claudia Bishop and Dean James; Berkley, 2004.

SEVEN MILES FROM ALCATRAZ. RKO Radio Pictures, 1943. James Craig, Bonita Granville, Frank Jenks, Cliff Edwards, George Cleveland, Erford Gage, Tala Birell, John Banner, Otto Reichow. Director: Edward Dmytryk.

SEVEN MILES TO ALCATRAZ

   Released in January 1943, this Grade B action picture is primarily a propaganda film for the war effort, during some of its darkest days.

   If a tough (but good-looking) gangster (James Craig) and a cheap (and pug-ugly) hoodlum (Frank Jenks) who’ve just broken out of Alcatraz can be convinced that the war is worthy of both their effort and sacrifice, then who’d be left on the home front who wouldn’t be?

   Absolutely nobody, except perhaps a stray underground German spy or two. (And by the way, as long as you ask, yes, it is that John Banner.)

   Breaking out of Alcatraz (don’t ask how — it’s a trade secret), Craig and Jenks make their way to a lighthouse somewhere in San Francisco bay, manned by a crusty lighthouse keeper (George Cleveland), his very pretty daughter (Bonita Granville), and a semi-dopey assistant (most amusingly played by Cliff Edwards). Most of the rest of the players are German agents, both male and female, and to a man (and woman), they are a dastardly lot.

   There’s a whole business about codes and a secret submarine, and a whole lot of running up and down the lighthouse steps and then into a dark dank storage area beneath the main floor. Add some shooting and punching, and while there’s not a whole lot of literary value to the proceedings, the result is a full hour’s worth of Saturday-afternoon-at-the-movies and don’t-ask-questions kind of entertainment.

A REVIEW BY DAVID L. VINEYARD:         

   

ARTURO PEREZ-REVERTE – Queen of the South. First US edition: Putnam, hardcover, June 2004; trade paperback: Plume, May 2005.

ARTURO PEREZ-REVERTE

   The telephone rang, and she knew she was going to die. She knew it with such certainty that she froze, the razor motionless, her hair stuck to her face by the steam of the hot water that condensed in big drops on the tile walls. R-r-ring— r-r-ring… Los Tigres Norte were on the stereo in the bedroom, singing about Camelia la tejana. Smuggling and double-crossing. She’s always feared that songs like that were omens, and then suddenly they turned out to be dark and menacing reality. Guero had scoffed, but the ringing telephone showed how wrong a man could be.How wrong and how dead. R-r-ring—r-r-ring…

   So opens Arturo P?rez-Reverte’s Queen of the South, “the corrido to Teresa Mendoza,” the most accessible novel by the Spanish author of bestselling intellectual thrillers like The Club Dumas and The Seville Communion. This epic tale is the story of Teresa, who goes from the girlfriend of drug smuggling pilot Guero Davila in Culiacan, Mexico to the drug queen of the Costa del Sol in Spain in twelve busy years.

   Queen of the South is P?rez-Reverte’s paean to his favorite writer Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo, and indeed the classic plays a major role in both the novel and Teresa’s life. She is the modern Edmund Dantes, who is reborn as a mysterious figure of mystery and revenge.

   But first she has to survive, and that is no easy job in the violent drug haunted world of the drug runners and narcocorridos who sing about them. Pursued by a pair of hitmen, Teresa flees for her life, and in due time she finds herself in Morocco working as a whore.

ARTURO PEREZ-REVERTE

   There she falls for another handsome drug runner, this one using fast cigarette boats to smuggle drugs into Spain. When they are captured, Teresa ends up in prison. And there she meets the tough smart lesbian Patti, who befriends her and gives her a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo to read.

   For Teresa, the novel is a revelation, and an inspiration. Perez-Reverte is reminding us that books are powerful and matter. When Teresa emerges from prison with Patti, she puts her plans into motion, and soon she is controlling the drug traffic along the entire Costa del Sol, the Spanish Riviera.

   She spares the life of one of the Mexican hitmen sent to kill her, and wins a friend and ally, her right hand man. She outwits the law and outmaneuvers her competition, becoming a legend.

   And in due time she returns to Culiacan for her stunning revenge.

   The novel is told in part as P?rez-Reverte’s investigation into Teresa’s life, alternating with third person accounts of her adventures. The style is clean and poetic in the Chandler mode, if the story itself is the stuff of Harold Robbins’ The Adventurers.

   Combining the swashbuckling of Dumas, the seriousness of Graham Greene, the style of Chandler, and the glamour of Sidney Sheldon or Harold Robbins, Queen of the South is as satisfying as the best pulp in the Godfather style, and yet it is a serious and well written novel as well.

   P?rez-Reverte made his debut with The Flanders Panel, and since has cemented his place as one of the best writers of the intellectual thriller, with one stunning book after another — The Club Dumas, The Seville Communion, The Fencing Master, The Nautical Chart, Painter of Battles, and the series of historical swashbucklers about Captain Alariste, a 16th century Spanish swordsman and mercenary that have swept Europe and are currently being prepared to reach the big screen.

ARTURO PEREZ-REVERTE

   P?rez-Reverte obviously has fallen a little in love with Teresa, and you may well yourself. It is a stunning read, exciting, smart, compellingly readable, and poetic, in its own way a narcocorrido and a commentary on the society that makes heroes of violent drug smugglers whose violence spills over into the innocent streets.

   Queen of the South itself is a sort of song of Teresa Mendoza, a portrait of a remarkable woman who spends twelve years and builds an empire only to risk it all it avenge the man she once loved.

    You do what you can with what you’ve got. I was sure that somewhere near there (Culiacan), somebody was already composing the song that soon would be playing in Sinaloa and all of Mexico, sung by Los Tigres, or Los Tucanes, or some other legendary group. A song those tough-looking individuals with big moustaches, plaid shirts, baseball caps, and blue jeans who surrounded Julio, Elmer, and me in the same cantina — maybe at the same table — where Guero had set, would listen to, their faces stony, and each with a Pacifico in his hand nodding in silence. The story of the Queen of the South. The corrido to Teresa Mendoza.

Note:   There always have been intellectual thrillers, but since the stunning success of Umberto Eco’s The Name of the Rose, the genre has become an important addenda to the thriller genre.

   Arturo P?rez-Reverte is one of several Spanish writers who found new freedom in the era following the end of Generalismo Franco’s reign and lifted Spanish popular literature to bestselling status. Of those writers, P?rez-Reverte is the best, both serious and playful, compulsively readable, and a man with something to say.

REVIEWED BY WALTER ALBERT:         


MANDA SCOTT – The Crystal Skull. Delacorte Press, hardcover, April 2008. Paperback reprint: Bantam Books, February 2009. UK edition: Transworld, January 2008.

AMANDA SCOTT

   According to Mayan lore, the world will end on 21/12/2012. The only salvation for humanity lies in the activation of 12 crystal skulls entrusted to the protection of a network of keepers.

   Stella Cody O’Connor, a descendant of Cedric Owens, the keeper of the ninth skull, who was murdered in 1599 after hiding the skull from the dark forces who would destroy it, with the help of her husband, Kit, retrieves the skull from a cave in which it has been buried.

   This is, however, only the beginning of her task, and the novel traces, with mounting tension, Owens’ odyssey in the past and Stella’s present-day struggle to protect the sacred skull.

   Owens’ odyssey takes him to the New World, where the powers of the Skull are revealed to him. The Skull is no inanimate object, the mute subject of the quest. Its keeper bonds with it, and it is that spiritual and emotional bond that is, perhaps, the most distinctive quality of this intelligent thriller, giving it an unusual and moving resonance.

         Bibliographic data [expanded from the Revised Crime Fiction IV, by Allen J. Hubin] —

SCOTT, MANDA (Catriona).

      The Dr. Kellen Stewart series —

   Hen’s Teeth. Women’s Press, UK, pb, 1996; Bantam, US, 1999.

AMANDA SCOTT

   Night Mares. Headline Press, UK, hc, 1998; Bantam, 1999.
   Stronger Than Death. Headline, UK, hc, 1999; Bantam, 2000.

Note: The series is set in Glasgow, Scotland, and environs. Dr. Stewart is a doctor, a therapist and a lesbian, and in various ways she’s personally involved with each of the cases of murder she works on.

       Crime/mystery novels —

   No Good Deed. Headline, UK, 2001; Bantam, US, 2002. [Nominated for an Edgar, 2003.]

AMANDA SCOTT

   The Crystal Skull. Transworld, UK, 2008; Delacorte, US, 2008.

    More authors’ entries from Part 34 of the online Addenda to the Revised Crime Fiction IV, by Allen J. Hubin. I’m still working in the H’s, with a couple of small dividends at the top and bottom:

GIBBS, HENRY CHARLES HAMILTON. 1870-1942. Name at birth of Cosmo Hamilton, q.v.

HAINES, DONAL HAMILTON. 1886-1951. Add biographical information: Born in Kalamazoo, Michigan; educated at the University of Michigan, where he also later taught journalism and freelance writing. Contributor to many magazines, including Everybody’s Magazine, The Popular Magazine, and The American Boy. Besides writing a number of boys’ sports and adventure books, the author of one mystery novel included in the Revised Crime Fiction IV. See below:

      Shadow on the Campus. Farrar & Rinehart, hc, 1942. Setting: Michigan; Academia. Intended for younger readers.

HALL, GEOFFREY HOLIDAY. 1913-1981. Confirm both dates. Born in Santa Cruz, NM. The author of two mystery novels listed in the Revised Crime Fiction IV. See below. This is the author’s complete entry.

      The End Is Known. Simon & Schuster, hc, 1949; Heinemann, UK, hc, 1950. Setting: New York City; Montana. Add the latter; also add film: Cineritmo, 1993, as La Fine e Nota (scw: Cristina Comencini, Suso Cecchi d’Amico; dir: Comencini). [A review of the book can be found here on this blog.]

            GEOFFREY HOLIDAY HALL The End Is Known

      The Watcher at the Door. Simon & Schuster, hc, 1954. Setting: Vienna.

            GEOFFREY HOLIDAY HALL The Watcher at the Door

HAMILTON, CATHERINE J(ANE). 1841-1935. Add as a new author. Born in Somerset, England, of Irish parents. Lived in Ireland for more than thirty years from 1859; author of short stories, verse and serials, contributing to Weekly Irish Times and Ireland’s Own, among other periodicals.

      The Flynns of Flynnville, as by C. J. Hamilton. Ward, 1879. Setting: Ireland. Novel based on “the murder of a bank-manager by a constabulary officer called Montgomery.” [Online text.]

      -True to the Core: A Romance of ’98. White, 1884. [Two volumes.] Setting: Dublin. “The story of the love of a Kerry peasant girl for the ill-fated John Sheares.”

HAMILTON, COSMO. 1870-1942. Name at birth: Henry Charles Hamilton Gibbs, 1870-1942, q.v. Born in England; his working byline was based on his mother’s maiden name. Correct name and year of birth; add biographical information: Settled in the US by the 1920s; novelist and playwright, authoring many London musicals and Broadway plays. One novel and four story collections are included in his entry in the Revised Crime Fiction IV. Not all of the short fiction is criminous. Add the book of four plays below. Also of special note is the one novel, also cited below:

      Four Plays. Hutchinson, UK, 1925; Little, US, 1924. Plays, with the one criminous so indicated below with a *. Note: “The New Poor” was also published separately as: Who Are They? French, 1929.
            The Mother Woman
            * The New Poor
            Scandal
            The Silver Fox

      -The Princess of New York. Hutchinson, UK, hc, 1911; Brentano’s, US, hc, 1911. Silent film: Famous Players, 1921 (scw: Margaret Turnbull; dir: Donald Crisp). [The daughter of an American steel magnate heads for Europe but is waylaid on the liner by a pair of confidence tricksters.] Note: Although working behind the scenes, the 22 year old Alfred Hitchcock developed his cinematic vernacular by compiling the title cards for this film. (From the IMDB link just preceding.)

      Who Are They? See Four Plays.

HANKINS, ARTHUR P(RESTON). 1880-1932. Pseudonym: Emart Kinsburn, q.v. Born in Sac City, Iowa. Add biographical information: Under his own name, besides writing several western and adventure novels, the author of two crime-related titles included in the Revised Crime Fiction IV. His shorter work appeared in many pulp magazines such as Detective Story Magazine, Western Story Magazine and Argosy All-Story Weekly.

KINSBURN, EMART. Pseudonym of Arthur P(reston) Hankins, 1880-1932, q.v. Under this pen name, the author of several western novels as well as two crime thrillers included in the Revised Crime Fiction IV. See below:
      Tong Men and a Million. Chelsea House, hc, 1927. Set in San Francisco’s Chinatown: “Soft-footed Chinese gunmen stealing forth at night to shoot down the victims whom their tong has marked for destruction!”

            EMART KINSBURN Tong Men and a Million

      The Wizard’s Spyglass. Chelsea House, hc, 1926.

PAT FRIEDER – Signature Murder.   Bantam, paperback original; 1st printing, May 1998.

   I’ve not found out much about the author. This is the first in a set of two mystery novels to feature a semi-disbarred lawyer named Matty Donahue. The second she wrote is Privileged Communications (Bantam, pbo, June 2000), and other than that, I’ve found nothing else online that’s solid enough to say about her for sure.

PAT FRIEDER

   Inside the back cover of Signature Murder, though, is the following information: Like her series character Matty, Pat Frieder is a lawyer, and she lives in Albuquerque, NM. Matty lives in Sante Fe, however, and is unmarried. Her creator is also much more successful in her career, having once served as New Mexico’s Attorney General for Criminal Appeals.

   While Matty, on the other hand, is barely survinving, doing essentially grunt work for a prestigious law firm that gives her a dinky office she can barely turn around in – she’s essentially a charity case, having at one time lost her license because of her involvement in a situation very much like the one that’s at the center of this book.

   An eccentric elderly woman has been killed — mutilated in fact, with her hand cut off — and it may be Matty’s fault, since the handyman suspected of the deed had served time for a similar crime — hence the title — and it was Matty who brought him into the household.

   So, strictly against the wishes of the two partners of the firm she’s working for, she decides to solve the case on her own – and one of the trails leads straight back to one of those very same partners.

PAT FRIEDER

   There’s also an illegal immigrant from the Middle East who’s been romancing the dead woman’s maid, forgers of Native American artifacts, victims of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (to which Native Americans are very susceptible), a witness who’s disappeared, the grandson of a good friend of the dead woman who may inherit some money (not from the dead woman) if he’s still alive and not on drugs, a well-meaning but mostly inept public defender, and Matty’s former therapist, whose assistance is welcome but whose intentions regarding Matty could easily now be considered unethical.

   And I probably missed something. The first half to two-thirds of the book makes for very easy reading, but there’s simply too much in it (nearly 300 pages of small print) for it all to fit comfortably together, not to mention one question I have – and an important one – that never gets answered. The case does get solved, however, with the help of lots of clues, including a good many false ones, causing Matty a good deal of wear and tear before she’s finished.

   So it’s a good thing she’s a survivor, with at least one more adventure in her life that a book could be written about. Would I read it, if it were easily on hand? Yes, even with my complaints, Matty’s problems can easily become addictive, or so I’ve found out.

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