Book Review: A Key to the Suite by John D. MacDonald (1962)
I piad $1.95 for
this book at Downtown Books in Milwaukee last month. As some of you will recall, I read
Judge Me Not and
On the Run in the last month. My affinity for John D. MacDonald and my respect for his talent and his range continue to grow.
A Key to the Suite represents less of a crime novel than a fictional anthropological study of a lifestyle in which a crime happens to occur--much like
One More Sunday or
Condominium, where a hurricane plays the part of the crime. MacDonald examines corporate politics and dirty dealings that happen as part of a convention in a Florida hotel. Floyd Hubbard, a hatchet man, has come to the convention to put together a confidential report on an executive about to get fired. However, the executive fires back with a scheme involving a prostitute whose affection will impugn Hubbard's reputation and report.
The book's fairly brutal and bleak in its resolution, but MacDonald really creates a sense of place. I can almost imagine the scene in the burgeoning Florida resort scene as a post World War II company man would have seen it.
I got to be more like this guy.