Musings from Brian J. Noggle: Book Report: <i>Candyland</i> by Evan Hunter/Ed McBain (2001)

Book Report: Candyland by Evan Hunter/Ed McBain (2001)

Okay, it's a gimmick book; the first half is written by Evan Hunter in a more literary, explore the character style, and the second half is a police procedural in the Ed McBain style. That's the most notable thing about this book's universe; the second most notable thing is that the book is set in New York in late July, 1999 (the death of John F. Kennedy, Jr., places the dates exactly), so the book makes no reference to the events of two years later (and books set since make reference surely). Thirdly, the book is told in the present tense, a bit of a departure. There, the gimmicks and unusual things are noted duly early.

Of course, I don't have to explain the first gimmick to you, gentle reader, because you know that Evan Hunter and Ed McBain are the same fellow. Regardless of the authors' photograph on the back that depicts the two fellows standing side by side.

The first half of the book depicts a rather randy architect in New York who's scheduled to return to a drab, sexless life with his long-term wife in Los Angeles in the morning. On his last night in New York, the, hem, gentleman tries to call an architecture student with whom he's dallied and has had phone sex, tries to pick up a woman (an attempted recovering rape victim) in the hotel bar, tries to call a phone sex line, and then tries to achieve satisfaction at a "massage parlor" to ill results. Brothers and sisters, although certain people (my mother-in-law particularly, whom I impressed upon first meeting by reciting Eliot and not McBain) have called this author "smutty," but I've disagreed--but after reading the Evan Hunter part of the book, I felt like I needed a shower. The only other Evan Hunter book I've read is Last Summer, which had me feeling for the protagonist until such time as I said, "Ew."

But then the second half of the book starts with detectives in NYC investigating the homicide of a hooker, and I hoped it wouldn't be the sad sack from the first half of the book. The second half follows a trio of detectives from Homicide, Vice, and the Special Victims unit looking into the murder. The main character is a woman on the Special Victims unit (the Rape squad), and the section follows her one day crusade to find this perp while she handles her divorce and relates to her co-workers. McBain takes a leap in using a female point-of-view, but he does well as far as I can tell (after all, I'm a male).

An interesting exercise; of course, we all bought it because it's McBain. And not a bad departure from his norm (like Another Part of the City). McBain is like John D. MacDonald on my pantheon of writers; regardless of what they wrote, I will read it, for I expect it to be good.

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- posted by Brian J. @ 10:52 PM