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- Nov. 15, 1993: The Arts & Media:Books
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Nov. 15, 1993 A Christian In Winter:Billy Graham
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 97
- Books
- Solve It Again, Sam
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- <body>
- <p>Four doughty veterans of the fictional crime wars demonstrate
- why experience counts
- </p>
- <p>By JOHN SKOW
- </p>
- <p> Repetition is honored as a necessary principle in the music
- of Bach, the spin of prayer wheels and the effective swinging
- of a baseball bat over the long season and into the play-offs,
- but not in the matter of cop-and-crime stories. This is unfair.
- "You're reading another one of his?" the addict's spouse derides,
- leaving unspoken the remainder of the gibe ("rather than learning
- Italian or visiting the sick and aged").
- </p>
- <p> "Just so, O moon," the addict replies.
- </p>
- <p> "But they're all the same."
- </p>
- <p> "Just so." And why not? When the 20th crime fable by a skilled
- old pro turns up on the library shelf, the heart of the villainy
- enthusiast knows peace. Brain cells may safely graze. Here,
- newly old, are four of this season's best crime novels by writers
- who've been around the course a few times:
- </p>
- <p> Finnegan's Week by Joseph Wambaugh (Morrow; 348 pages; $22)
- is a caper story of a kind, if getting through the workweek
- without sinking into occupational depression, or into yet another
- doomed marriage, can be called a caper. Finbar Finnegan is a
- San Diego cop with three ex-wives and a receding hairline, but
- only in real life. He hates his job and wants to be an actor,
- and as this cheerfully silly tale commences, he is mugging into
- the bathroom mirror, preparing to audition for the part of a
- contract killer on a TV cop show.
- </p>
- <p> But the audition bombs, and Finnegan must go on chasing real-life
- bad guys, toxic-waste dumpers, into the wilds of Tijuana. A
- couple of beautiful women detectives assist him in this nonsense,
- whose seriousness may be judged by Finnegan's dire judgment
- that "the watershed event that signaled the collapse of American
- civilization was the colorization of The Maltese Falcon."
- </p>
- <p> Hard to argue that civilization is in tip-top shape, and Elmore
- Leonard isn't in the mood to try. In Pronto (Delacorte; 265
- pages; $21.95) it's the Mob that has gone mushy. Harry Arno,
- a South Florida bookie, has reached what would be retirement
- age if you retired from the kind of business associations he
- has made, which you don't. But he does. He has been skimming
- the Mob's share of the take for years, and he has used the boodle
- to buy a villa in Rapallo, Italy, where he was stationed as
- a young G.I. during World War II.
- </p>
- <p> Why Rapallo? Because Leonard, who has written 30 crime novels,
- most of them set in Detroit, now quite understandably wants
- to write about Rapallo. Maybe even, who knows, write off a trip
- to Rapallo as a business expense; nothing wrong with that.
- </p>
- <p> Anyway, Arno is pursued ineptly by the Florida Mob and its bumbling
- parent organization in Italy, and also by his mistress Joyce
- and a U.S. marshal named Raylan Givens. Arno, who's 66, is thinking
- of trading in Joyce, who's about 40, for a younger tootsie,
- although maybe not, she still looks pretty good, and he hasn't
- decided. Straight-shooting Raylan isn't really thinking--it's
- not what he does best--but he's determined to find Arno, save
- Joyce from peril and foil the evildoers, and by page 256, it
- all works out. Always has, in Leonard's quirky tales; always
- will.
- </p>
- <p> Bomber's Law by George V. Higgins (Henry Holt; 296 pages; $22.50)
- would work superbly as a play, and if you typed it up in scenes
- and acts instead of chapters, that's what it would be. Scene
- 1 sets matters moving briskly, though without corpses or car
- chases: two cops who hate each other's guts are sitting in a
- Chevy Blazer, doing some kind of surveillance near Boston. And
- talking. Always talking, in Higgins' novels; mean, edged, sly
- talk that goes on endlessly and, it seems, aimlessly until,
- to the astonishment of talkers and readers, it has coiled around
- character, event, motive and story.
- </p>
- <p> The novel's major puzzles are why Brennan, the tough old cop
- on the surveillance team, has gone wrong after a good career;
- and why Harry Dell'Appa, the smart, cocky young cop, was banished
- to the Siberia of western Massachusetts. When Dell'Appa finally
- figures things out, it's clear that Brennan explained himself
- in the first few sentences he spoke and that Dell'Appa isn't
- the only smart, ruthless member of his own family. The novel
- is mannered and the narration moves crabwise, and some readers
- may bail out. The rest of us may agree that this is one of Higgins'
- best efforts since The Digger's Game.
- </p>
- <p> Lawrence Block writes shadowy thrillers about a recovering alcoholic
- named Matthew Scudder who knows a lot about the dark side of
- New York City, where he does enough private detective work to
- keep the rent paid on his crummy hotel room. Sometimes Scudder
- makes a point of saying that it's a nice day and that the sun
- is shining, but this never seems convincing. He's a night man,
- with a turned-up raincoat collar.
- </p>
- <p> In The Devil Knows You're Dead (Morrow; 316 pages; $20), Scudder
- lurks about trying to clear a half-mad homeless man of a murder
- charge. Why would this fellow have shot a well-dressed yuppie
- in a phone booth? Then, just when Scudder has discovered that
- the natty corpse had a lot of enemies--he made his money ratting
- on tax evaders and drug dealers to the IRS and the DEA--the
- homeless man is stabbed to death in prison. What's happening?
- The murk deepens enough to involve moral ambiguities for Scudder
- before he works out the answers.
- </p>
- <p> Novelist Block does a good, convincing job with Scudder and
- his puzzle, but comes up flat with the solution, which involves
- two unrelated coincidences. The two deaths on which the story
- pivots turn out to be essentially meaningless, and this may
- be closer to real life than a thriller plot can safely walk.
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