Sunday, March 29, 2020
Let's review the basics,shall we? The basics of noir is this: a Nobody gets involved in crime in hopes of becoming a Somebody. For this act of hubris the universe curb-stomps him or her.
That's what it's all about and we have a pretty good sample here today.
The sergeant and the corporal are two cops assigned to night duty, which is a drag because there are so few opportunities for graft. What there are is a ton of minor infractions which the newly-minted corporal is eager to pursue. The wise old sergeant considers them a waste of energy.
"Corporal, try to remember that this is not Kilimani or those other uppity areas where you book drunks for pissing on fences. We are here for the REAL bad guys."
And sure enough, bad guys arrive, bringing with them an opportunity for graft that may well turn the lives of these officers upside-down. Watch out for that possible curb-stomping, however...
One note. Akashic Press books tend to be damn near free of typos but this book had several of the Spellcheck-can't catch variety. Not usually important, but in this tale there is a doozie. If your characters are usually referred to as the sergeant and the corporal, you don't want to reverse them, especially at the beginning of a flashback...
Saturday, March 21, 2020
I confess I don't tend to enjoy books in this series set in third world countries as much as others. Might be first world privilege speaking but I suspect it may have to do with some of these nations having less of a tradition of mystery writing. A lot of the stories, even when they have a crime prominently in them, don't feel to me like crime stories. They feel, dare I say it, mainstream.
This story, on the other hand, works just fine for me. It is, in fact, a type of whodunit.
The narrator, a high school girl, lives in Plot 10, a neighborhood of ten small houses served by one latrine. Both the neighborhood and the latrine are kept locked so when the narrator's friend is found butchered in the latter we have a sort of locked room mystery on our hands.
The police arrive and are as vicious as you might fear. Is the crime solved?
Well. That's an interesting question.
Daryl Gregory once said: "Stop just short of the ending. If you act like Tom Sawyer and let your readers do the rest of the work, they'll be more connected to the story, and thank you for it."
That is more or less what happens here. Ms. Mose provides all the clues but leaves it to the reader to connect the pieces. I thank her for it. It's a very interesting story.
Sunday, March 15, 2020
People have told the narrator all his life that he was stupid. His voice doesn't convince me of that, but he certainly sees the world a little differently than us.
When the only teacher whoever took an interest in him disappears he takes an interest in her cheating husband. And he knows enough from TV dramas to figure out a way to get the husband to reveal his guilt.
It turns out that if you have no compunctions about killing people, you can discover a lot of people who need killing.
I don't care much for the coincidental structure wrapped around the story, but our protagonist is a very interesting guy to spend some time with.
Sunday, March 8, 2020
A quickie this week, although I don't think it quite fits under the line for flash fiction.
John wakes up in the hospital and realizes someone tried to kill him and almost succeeded. He is almost helpless but he has one surprising ally. You see, John writes private eye novels, and his star character, Mickey O'Casey, is determined to keep him alive to write more books.
Can a wounded author and a fictional hero work together to figure out whodunit? This is a very clever story.
One thing: Dobbyn could have used a little help from his editor. There's a glitch I will explain in a comment.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
This is McCormick' fourth appearance here, and it's quite a change. The others were humorous stories but this one is sheer suspense.
It is 1939 and Stalin and Hitler are playing footsie. As part of their nice-making the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany are exchanging prisoners.
Our narrator is a German-born Communist named Moller. He has lived in the USSR since its origin but is now being shipped back to his homeland in exchange for some unfortunate Russian the NKVD wants to get their hands on. He knows that the vehicle he is about to board "might as well be my funeral train." The Gestapo will soon torture him death.
But there are plots within plots on board that choo-choo, and an unlikely ally might be able to help him out.
I read this in one sitting, because I had to know it ended...
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Haven't the AHMM covers been great the last couple of years? And the recent redesign is fine as well. My compliments to the design staff.
My friend Ken Wishnia has told a lovely story here. I should say retold because he is working from the story of Yael in the Book of Judges. He has filled in the brief biblical tale with a lot of context about the Iron Age. (Does that sound dull? It isn't.)
The Kanaanites blocked the roads and barred any contraband iron goods from coming up from the coast. There were no blacksmiths in the land in those days, so there was no sword or spear made of iron to be found in the land of Yisra'el, and the people had to rely on migrant metalworkers to sharpen their pitchforks...
Ya'el is the wife of one such metalworker and she commits the crime (?) which is the centerpiece of our story. The main thing Wishnia adds to the Bible tale is giving her a motive. In fact, he offers two, one of which feels very modern without being anachronistic.
I liked this very much indeed.
Sunday, February 16, 2020
Gary Hoffman is the senior half of a small town police force. One night he is called out to a bar where a stranger has snatched up the owner's shotgun and told him to call the cops. In the fracas that follows Hoffman kills the stranger.
I'm not giving anything away, I should point out. This is, as they say, the premise of the story. And it's a wittily written tale. Take this bit of conversation between Hoffman and his receptionist.
Marie gave him a pat. "Take all the the time you need," she said. "I can keep up with the little things."
"Can't take too long," Gary said. "People might realize this whole operation can run without me."
Marie had issued as much sympathy as she could muster. "Don't worry about it. It won't come as a surprise to anybody."
But there will be other surprises in store, as Hoffman tries to figure out why a stranger wanted to kill him. And whether there may be more danger ahead.