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- Apr. 26, 1993: Reviews:Books
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Apr. 26, 1993 The Truth about Dinosaurs
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 65
- BOOKS
- Murder Is Their Business
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- <body>
- <p>By WILLIAM A. HENRY III
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- <l>WHAT: FIVE ECLECTIC MYSTERY NOVELS</l>
- <l>WHO: James Lee Burke, Colin Dexter, H.R.F. Keating, Emma Lathen And Ed McBain</l>
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- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Masters--and a mistress--demonstrate
- the genre's range.
- </p>
- <p> To those who still don't care who killed Roger Ackroyd,
- all murder mysteries look pretty much the same. A corpse is
- uncovered early. Midway through, a prime suspect emerges, only
- to develop an unshakable (or is it?) alibi. At the climax, a
- recklessly brave detective confronts the cunning culprit and
- somehow elicits a confession. Any detours along this
- well-traveled route are apt to involve the jiggery-pokery of
- disguises, coincidences and undisclosed facts. To aficionados,
- however, the mystery is not one genre but many, and similarities
- of plot are far outweighed by differences of setting, texture
- and world view. The range of the form is demonstrated by five
- new novels, each from an acknowledged master of his or her own
- niche. One is really a business novel; another ruminates on the
- inescapable history of the American South; a third is a
- courtroom thriller; a fourth is a classical puzzle mystery; and
- the last celebrates the blue-collar work ethic among police.
- </p>
- <p> Right on the Money (Simon & Schuster; 255 pages; $20) is
- the 22nd novel about investment-banker-cum-detective John
- Putnam Thatcher written under the pseudonym Emma Lathen by Mary
- Jane Latsis, an economist, and Martha Henissart, an attorney.
- All the plots center on financial skulduggery, and almost
- invariably the villain is the least developed principal
- character, typically a faceless mid-level manager who shows
- unrecognized ingenuity in concocting a scam. The team's prose
- is always easy and mildly amusing. While offering less
- psychological insight than the average TV sitcom, it
- convincingly conveys the general corporate mindset and the nubby
- details of an industry, this time home appliances. The liveliest
- scenes depict Thatcher's bickering colleagues; the folkways and
- preening of high financiers are observed with utter lack of awe.
- </p>
- <p> James Lee Burke won an Edgar award from the Mystery
- Writers of America for Black Cherry Blues, a 1989 novel about
- Cajun detective Dave Robicheaux, a recovering alcoholic and
- avenging angel. There's a New Age-ish twist to most of Burke's
- work. In the Electric Mist with Confederate Dead (Hyperion; 344
- pages; $19.95) is haunted by not one but two ghosts: a black man
- Robicheaux saw murdered as a teenager whose corpse resurfaces,
- and a Civil War officer sometimes accompanied by battered but
- unbowed troops. Throw in the Mafia, visiting Hollywood
- moviemakers, a serial killer and such fillips as Robicheaux's
- adopted Salvadoran daughter and pet three-legged raccoon, named
- Tripod, and one has a gumbo to clog any narrative. It doesn't,
- because Burke writes prose as moody and memory-laden as his
- region.
- </p>
- <p> Ed McBain is better known for police procedurals, but his
- flights of fancy are more engaging in novels about defense
- attorney Matthew Hope, a Northerner transplanted to, and not
- enchanted by, ticky-tacky southwest Florida. All the books have
- nursery-rhyme or fairy-tale titles and themes. The 10th, Mary,
- Mary (Warner; 372 pages; $19.95), concerns a retired teacher
- turned avid gardener whose yard contains pretty maids all in a
- row--three young girls in shallow graves. Hope refuses to
- defend anyone he does not believe is innocent; here he has only
- blind faith to go on. McBain skillfully blends abnormal
- psychology and tongue-in-cheek contrivance. But he is as
- convincing as Scott Turow or John Grisham when he puts his
- lawyer, deadpan, before a judge and jury.
- </p>
- <p> Colin Dexter is Britain's most esteemed crime writer these
- days, with six Gold and Silver Dagger awards (trans-Atlantic
- counterparts to the Edgars) for his novels about Chief Inspector
- Morse, a donnish Oxford policeman. Not for Dexter the flawed
- antihero of most modern fiction, even genre fiction; Morse may
- be overly fond of a drink and a cuddle with a female stranger,
- but his intelligence makes him seem omnipotent. In The Way
- Through the Woods (Crown; 296 pages; $20), he deciphers puzzles
- within puzzles within puzzles, from abstruse poetry to
- British-style crosswords, in pursuit of a missing Swedish woman
- and a vanished pornographer who may be connected. By the end the
- story is so baroque and self-referential that a reader aiming
- at a solution may be a whit confused. But Dexter plays fair and
- provides colorful moments and witty asides for those who just
- want to be buoyed along.
- </p>
- <p> H.R.F. Keating's novels about Bombay policeman Ganesh
- Ghote are masterpieces of imagination--not least because
- several were written before Keating had ever set foot in India.
- While Ghote will always fret on a tight budget, Keating ponders
- the impact of wealth on a similar cop in The Rich Detective
- (Warner; 248 pages; $18.95). When Bill Sylvester wins a Spanish
- lottery and becomes a millionaire, he chucks his post in the
- north of England, only to realize he misses it. He gives away
- money, but the people he would like to have it don't want it,
- and the people who want it don't deserve or appreciate it. He
- resumes prying, on his own time, to catch a man he believes is
- befriending old people and murdering them for bequests. His own
- tabloid celebrity gets in the way.
- </p>
- <p> Both cop and con man are vividly sketched, and the
- cat-and-mouse game between them--one willing to do anything
- for money, the other ruing the day he got any--is worthy of
- the sort of Victorian novel suggested by the setting and chatty
- prose. Keating may have meant to get away from the
- mystery-as-travelogue. He has created a man so incranky and
- idiosyncratic that one ends the volume, as its hero heads to
- Australia, feeling sure a new travelogue series is in the
- offing. In a season bringing the greatest abundance of
- high-quality mysteries for some years, The Rich Detective is the
- richest.
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