The Golden Trap by Hugh Pentecost

First published in 1967; published by MysteriousPress.com/Open Road on September 25, 2012

Although it was first published in 1967, The Golden Trap doesn't feel dated (except that a suite in a New York hotel can no longer be had for $50). It is the fourth in a series of twenty-two novels that prolific author Judson Phillips, writing as Hugh Pentecost, set in the Beaumont, New York's finest luxury hotel. The Golden Trap could be called a "hotel procedural," an interesting variation on the police procedural with hotel personnel playing the detective roles. The behind-the-scenes look it offers into hotel management is convincing and the detailed atmosphere is realistic.

Mark Haskell handles public relations for the Beaumont. The day John Smith is shot dead in suite B on the tenth floor is a busy one for Haskell. While Haskell is helping a wealthy cougar named Marilyn VanZandt organize a charity ball, George Lovelace checks in. Marilyn recognizes him as a former lover. Lovelace, a man of many names and nationalities, claims Marilyn is mistaken. We soon learn that someone has been trying for months to kill Lovelace and that the killer has tracked him to the hotel. Fortunately for Lovelace, his best friend is Pierre Chambrun, the hotel's manager. Chambrun resolves to keep Lovelace alive and enlists the help of Haskell and Jerry Dodd, the Beaumont's head of security.

In the tradition of "red herring" mystery plots, several guests are staying at the Beaumont who might have reason to welcome Lovelace's demise. It is an improbable coincidence that so many people from around the world who have reason to kill Lovelace are staying in the same New York hotel at the same time, but it is a forgivable coincidence because it makes the story better. Lovelace's chance meeting with Marilyn is improbable enough -- of all the gin joints ... er, hotels in New York, she happens to be in the Beaumont just when Lovelace checks in -- but again, the coincidence is central to the romance that drives a key subplot and I was willing to accept it for the sake of enjoying the story.

The novel's most intriguing question is whether Lovelace is worth protecting. He sees himself as a patriot who killed to protect his country. Others see him as a trigger-happy gunslinger who left an unnecessary trail of bodies in his wake ... or as something even worse. The truth is concealed for most of the novel, leaving the reader (and the hotel staff) to wonder whether Lovelace deserves empathy or death.

The solution to the mystery is clever. Enough clues are planted to give an astute reader a chance to identify the killer (as a less than astute reader, I didn't solve the mystery). Characters are sharply defined. Pentecost's prose style is capable and professional: it never soars but it doesn't get in the way of the story. While there is nothing truly remarkable about The Golden Trap, there's also nothing to dislike about it. It is a solid, enjoyable murder mystery with elements of a spy thriller and a dash of romance that encourages the reader care about the characters.

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Snow Hunters by Paul Yoon

Published by Simon & Schuster on August 6, 2013

In 1954, at the age of 25, Yohan leaves a prison camp in a UN truck and boards a Japanese cargo ship crewed by South Koreans. Captured by Americans after he was buried in snow during a bombing, Yohan is the only prisoner who declines repatriation to North Korea. Instead, he accepts an offer to apprentice for Kiyoshi, a Japanese tailor in Brazil, a country of which he has never heard where people speak a language he does not understand. Snow Hunters follows several years of Yohan's new life, with flashbacks to his interment and to his younger days, both before and after his country was divided.

Paul Yoon's debut novel is characterized by fine prose and honest emotion. It is filled with powerful images of war and poverty and of lives that are both unburdened and unaided by technology. The novel is built upon resonant scenes of Yohan's life: helping a blind prisoner play poker with medics; dancing in the snow with a tipsy nurse on Christmas; sitting with two Brazilian children, apparently orphaned, as they sell trinkets; Kiyoshi's tears when his hands become too unsteady to pin a jacket; Yohan's habitual search for lost or discarded objects. This is a story of small kindnesses in an unkind world, of people helping each other in surroundings of misery, of kindnesses repaid in unexpected ways.

Several themes echo through Snow Hunters: fate; the unitary nature of the world we all share; the changes -- generally for the better, temporarily for the worse -- that people and places undergo; the impact that seemingly insignificant people have on others; the simple pleasures of life; the changing perceptions of time ("how time could completely abandon someone" when love enters a life). Snow Hunters is a short novel, written with an economy of language that more writers should emulate, but the story is bigger than it first appears. The ending is perfect in its ambiguity because, for Yohan, it isn't the ending. He has more life to live, and how it will turn out is, as always, a mystery.

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The Incrementalists by Steven Brust and Skyler White

Published by Tor Books on September 24, 2013

The "ancient secret society trying to control us all" plot has been done to death, but The Incrementalists takes an unusual (although only partially successful) approach. The novel departs from the norm in two ways: it doesn't feature the mindless chase scenes that too often characterize secret society novels, and the secret society (or most of it) isn't malevolent or power-hungry like the typical ancient secret societies that tries to control us. While the novel's set-up is therefore promising, The Incrementalists too often reads like a romance novel. It isn't a trashy romance novel, but neither is it a compelling love story.

Phil is a member of the Incrementalists, an ancient organization that is modern enough to use email (@incrementalists.org). The Incrementalists strive to make the world a little better. Their tool is meddlework -- meddling with someone's mind to change his or her actions. Not only has the organization been around forever, so have its members ... in a sense. Incrementalists live beyond their deaths when their memories are absorbed by new recruits.

Phil recruits Ren to join the Incrementalists without telling her that she'll be absorbing Celeste, his long-time lover. Ren, on the other hand, doesn't tell Phil that she has her own agenda for learning the business of meddlework. But Celeste has an agenda too, leading to a plot that is filled with conflicting agendas. Another plot wrinkle: Celeste's last memory before her suicide (which should be stored in the Garden where the Incrementalists keep their collective memories) has gone missing.

Meddling is a subtle process, more an act of manipulation than control, and that's another departure from novels with similar themes. Whether meddling, however well-intentioned, is morally right or wrong is a strong theme that creates the opportunity for conflict among the characters, but that theme is underutilized. The plot focuses not on what the Incrementalists do (mostly they fret and quarrel without doing anything) but on an internal conflict within the group. That's both good and bad. It's good to personalize a story. It's bad (or at least disappointing) to set up a large moral dilemma without using it effectively. The story's background details are often more interesting than the story itself.

To a large extent The Incrementalists tells a love story, and like most fictional love stories, it runs a predictable course. It's different from most love stories in that the lovers are masters at manipulation, leaving the reader to wonder whether the love is real or induced by meddling. Unfortunately, that theme too is underutilized. Intrigue is added to the story by Phil's love of both Ren and Celeste (conveniently for him, they sometimes occupy the same body), but that love triangle is more interesting in concept than in execution.

In the end, while The Incrementalists is well-paced, written in capable prose, and often entertaining, it doesn't live up to its potential. The main story is too abstract while the love story is unexciting.  Because the novel is better in concept than in execution, I cannot recommend it with enthusiasm.

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Harlan Ellison's 7 Against Chaos by Harlan Ellison and Before Watchmen: Nite Owl/Dr. Manhattan by J. Michael Straczynski

I don't usually review graphic novels, but I'm making an exception for two that were written by writers whose storytelling ability I particularly admire.

7 Against Chaos by Harlan Ellison

Published by DC Comics on July 16, 2013

Earth has been plagued by a series of disasters: people have spontaneously combusted or transformed into snakes, a harbor changed into a desert, a mountain of ice appeared from nowhere. To save the Earth from crisis, high level computers have directed a robed man to assemble a team from various colonies around the solar system. A slave who is a female version of Edward Scissorhands, a faceless cat burglar, a woman who can shoot fire from her fingers, a fellow who has been reengineered as an insect, a robot, and a technological whiz with telepathic tendencies join the robed man to "fight for the fabric of reality itself."

Harlan Ellison -- the best writer of short stories in the history of science fiction -- has given us a time travel story combined with a "humanize the robot" story combined with a some superheroism stories combined with a couple of love stories combined with a quest/adventure story combined with an alien invasion story, all wrapped around a good versus evil story, with evil personified by someone or something named Erisssa. And, of course, it's all ultimately an homage to Seven Samurai. You can't fault Ellison for lacking ambition.

Although the story is entertaining -- and the particular way in which Ellison combines the alien invasion with time travel is innovative -- I can't say that 7 Against Chaos resonated with me in the same way that Ellison's best work has done over the years. In fact, the authorial voice doesn't sound like Ellison to me, which makes sense, since Paul Chadwick not only did the artwork but wrote much of the dialog. Chadwick's art serves its purpose but it didn't stun me.

Maybe I'm a little disappointed because, like most of Ellison's eighty zillion fans, I expect to be blown away by every glob of spit that comes out of his mouth, and 7 Against Chaos just didn't grab me. Had this been developed as a twelve-issue miniseries, I'd probably be more excited about it. An awful lot happens in a limited number of pages, and that means an awful lot is sacrificed. The characters are strong but character development is too often rudimentary. The story comes across as the outline for an epic blockbuster but doesn't deliver a blockbuster punch, largely because it's too condensed to achieve epic status. None of this means I dislike the end result -- it's fun and clever and it displays flashes of the power Ellison so readily wields -- but I see a lot of potential here that wasn't maximized. I'd recommend it anyway (albeit with reservations) because ... well ... it's Ellison.

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Before Watchmen: Nite Owl/Dr. Manhattan by J. Michael Straczynski

Published by DC Comics on July 16, 2013

I'm reviewing this because I'm a fan of Alan Moore's brilliant Watchmen series (the serialized graphic novel, not the movie) and of J. Michael Straczynski.  Straczynski shows his versatility in Before Watchmen: Nite Owl/Dr. Manhattan. This volume collects three stories. The first focuses on Nite Owl and his relationship with Rorshach. With Straczynski at the writing helm, you know there's a good chance that irreverent humor will balance the story's dramatic content. But Straczinski also excels at gritty, atmospheric noir, and there's plenty of that here. There's even a certain amount of sleaze, but it's poetic sleaze. Straczinski quotes Alan Ginsberg and he may well have relied on Ginsberg as inspiration for the raw earthiness of the story. When Straczinski is given license to do his best writing, you're going to get sex and hypocrites moralizing about sex. You'll see all sides of human nature, the pure and the damaged, and it will be delivered with unvarnished honesty.

The tongue-in-cheek tone that characterizes Nite Owl's story gives way to achingly serious writing when the story shifts to Dr. Manhattan. The blue guy, in all his quantum possibility, is a deeper character, given to philosophical introspection. Straczinski plays with time streams and potential realities to develop a heartfelt story about the difference (if there is one) between what is and what might have been, a story about the power of choice, including the choices we are powerless to make. This is really an impressive piece of writing, some of Straczinski's finest work.

Another shift in tone occurs in the third story, focusing on Moloch the Mystic (and, to a lesser extent, Ozymandius). This time the story is twisted, introducing elements of horror as Straczinsky explains Moloch's past. There isn't as much depth here, but it's just a two issue add-on that I regarded as a little treat, neither adding nor detracting from the two main features.

Straczinski stays true to Alan Moore's wonderful characters. Rorschach is as messed up as ever. Straczinski gives us some additional insight into the cause of his inner turmoil, but he doesn't alter the character in any fundamental way, and he's faithful to Rorschach's peculiar speech patterns. Dr. Manhattan is his brooding, enigmatic self. This is a dazzling display of storytelling. It isn't Alan Moore, but it isn't meant to be.

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The Bones of Paris by Laurie R. King

Published by Bantam on September 10, 2013

The Bones of Paris is set in the Paris of 1929. The setting will appeal to readers who are drawn to the literary and art scene of that place and time, but the novel's focus is on a less elevated form of entertainment: the Grand-Guignol, a puppet theater of terror. Any novel set in Paris is likely to feature romance and there is some of that here, but much of it is mundane, built upon unimaginative lines like "she threw her arms around his neck." The heart of the story is a murder mystery which, although not as dull as the romance, is far from riveting.

Philippa Crosby was living in Paris when she suddenly stopped writing letters to her family. Her mother and uncle hire Harris Stuyvesant, an American private investigator living in Europe, to find her. Stuyvesant is a friend of Ernest Hemingway and hangs out with Cole Porter. Philippa has been sketched by Picasso and photographed by Man Ray (not always fully clothed). Yes, the novel is full of 1929 name dropping.

Stuyvesant learns from police inspector Emile Doucet that other young women have gone missing in Paris. Like Philippa, they had connections to "the art world." The search takes Stuyvesant to the Grand-Guignol and to a character who calls himself a "fan of death." By the novel's midpoint, three suspects have been dangled for the reader's consideration. The whodunit begins as an intriguing mystery that often becomes lost in a blizzard of words and unlikely coincidences before culminating in an unsurprising reveal that is followed by an equally unsurprising climax.

Developing alongside the mystery of Philippa's disappearance is a relationship drama. Stuyvesant reconnects with Sarah Grey, an old flame who has a coincidental link to the Grand-Guignol by virtue of her employer, Le Comte Charmentier, and an equally coincidental link to the missing persons investigation by virtue of her romance with Doucet. That, it seemed to me, was one coincidence too many. Harris and Sarah's brother, Bennett Grey, both blame themselves for an injury that left Sarah without a hand, but that subplot is too muddled to add value to the story.

Scattered through the novel are snippets of Parisian history with an emphasis on death and cemeteries and the bones of the dead. There are also snippets that take the reader into the villain's mind. Less interesting are a number of passages describing Stuyvesant's comings and goings that contribute nothing to the story while occasionally slowing the pace to a crawl. On other occasions the narrative bogs down in pace-deadening detail that does little to advance the story. The reader slogs through lists of missing persons' hair color and nationality as Stuyvesant looks for a pattern he can't find, followed by more pages describing the patterns followed by serial killers throughout history. Reading all of that struck me as being an irritating waste of my time.

The Bones of Paris seems ready to shift into a higher gear when, in the last quarter, Bennett makes an appearance in Paris. Bennett has a superpower ... well, not really, but he has a gift that isn't credibly explained. In addition to his superpower, Bennett exhibits flashes of Sherlock Holmes (perhaps it is not a coincidence that Laurie King has written Holmes novels). In any event, Bennett had the potential to enliven the story, but his deductive ability and his superpower, despite being well-hyped, are seriously underutilized. In the end, despite its enjoyable atmosphere and some moments of strong writing, The Bones of Paris does too little to overcome its weaknesses.

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