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Three decades of Detroit history provide settings for Estleman's acclaimed Amos Walker mysteries, including Whiskey River. Again conjuring up the Motor City of the 1950s, the author chronicles the second career of ex-journalist Connie Minor, who is signed up by Ford Motor Company to promote Henry Ford II's still secret dreamcar, named after Ford's much loved (by him) and much hurt (by the autocratic Henry I) father, Edsel. Connie isn't sure that he likes either the car's name or its design, particularly the grille. He's also confused about his lovelife, held by his acerbic, longtime affection for Agnes but also drawn to spunky, younger Janet, a Ford secretary who is the kind of girl to help a man forget advancing years and a diabetic condition. Hired to sell ``eleven million E-cars,'' Estleman's likable hero must also find out who set up the hit on a union boss and to figure out how Ford's designs become public knowledge so quickly. The narrative may linger too long on the size of a lapel or the color of a car interior or living room (both usually bilious), but Estleman's affection for the time and place are impossible to resist. This tale may not be as much fun as a Walker caper, but its quieter pleasures are as rewarding. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
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Following Douglas Adams, Estleman adds a fourth volume to his Detroit trilogy--this one sandwiched in time between Whiskey River (1990) and Motown (1991). His triumphs as a crime reporter long behind him by 1954, Connie Minor's trapped in dead-end advertising work when Ford exec Israel Zed plucks him from obscurity to promote Everyman's dream car, the Edsel. The high-paying, low-profile job (everything about ``the E-car'' must be shrouded in secrecy until its release) would be routine if Minor's questioning of guys on a Ford assembly line didn't convince UAW head Walter Reuther that Minor was spying on the rank-and-file and make him blackmail Minor into fingering the would-be assassin who shot Reuther and his brother, Victor, back in 1948. Minor's own hunch--that it's somebody in Frankie Orr's mob, now run by identical twins Tony and Carlo Balls (né Ballista)--leads him to seek an interview with Carlo. But wrestler Anthony Battle, Minor's passport to that meeting, has his own problems: He's under heavy pressure from witch-hunting local attorney Stuart Leadbeater to name names he doesn't know. So Minor purchases his ticket to Carlo (fat lot of good it'll do him) by promising Battle to get Leadbeater off his case, and that means promising Leadbeater a bigger prize than Battle--say, somebody in legendary Albert Brock's Steelhaulers' Union who ordered the hit, or who looks like a high-profile pinko. Whatever. Trading favors is a swell way to complicate the intrigue here, and Estleman's evocation of dear, dirty Detroit is as richly reeking as ever, so long as Minor keeps cutting deals with bigger and more dangerous sharks. But the day of reckoning poses as many problems for the author as his hero: If you haven't been taking notes, you may wonder when and why it's time for the whole circus to strike its tents. Still, despite as many engineering problems as its namesake: big, brawny, and beautifully written in Estleman's best tough- sensitive manner. Page for page, nobody does this stuff better.
《书目》(Booklist)书评
Connie Minor had once been the newspaperman of choice for Detroit's elite. Then came the Depression, the Big War, and suddenly Connie was a hack ad writer for a hack agency. Then, in the fifties, the call comes from Ford. Someone remembered Connie as a guy who could keep a secret, and Ford had a secret project that needed an ad man. No one is supposed to know what Connie is working on, but too many do, and those who don't think Connie is either a spy from management or an operator from the competition. Eventually, the unions are on his tail, and when UAW honcho Walter Reuther is the target of an assassination attempt, Connie renews his contacts with the Mob, hoping to find out who and why. Estleman, best known for his Amos Walker detective novels, has created a memorable character in Connie Minor. He's a dinosaur, born in the last decade of the nineteenth century, when horses ruled. Though he's sharp enough to survive, Connie can't prosper in the world in which he finds himself. The clothes, the music, and most of all, the people are alien. He doesn't fit; he's a human Edsel. --Wes Lukowsky
《图书馆杂志》(Library Journal )书评
Connie Minor was once Detroit's premier journalist. Then came the Depression, World War II, and now, in 1957, Connie is a has-been hack. Suddenly (and somewhat inexplicably) comes a summons from none other than Henry Ford II: the company needs an adman to promote its top-secret automotive project. Our hero quickly finds himself immersed in intrigue and infamy, caught between Walter Reuther and the United Auto Workers, Communists, Mafiosos, and assorted lesser gangsters, molls, and toughs bent on sabotage and assassination. Garrick Hagon's reading matches this tough guy persona to a fault. It seems to issue from the side of his mouth (or mout'), with much the same inflection regardless of content; descriptions of assembly lines are delivered in the same cynical, jaded, wise-cracking sneer as accounts of murder, muggings, and other mayhem. Nor is there much variation among characters, as Hagon sometimes changes timbre and speed (but never sneer) in the midst of a speech. After a while this begins to grate and detracts from the story, leaving the listener to yearn for some quiet and gentility, mindful of the elegant and expert diction of most of Chivers's readers. Unless Estleman has a solid following among your patrons, drive on by.Harriet Edwards, East Meadow P.L., NY(c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.