The halls are decked, the deck is stacked, and here comes that jolly old elf. Read more...
The halls are decked, the deck is stacked, and here comes that jolly old elf. Junior Bender, divorced father of one and burglar extraordinaire, finds himself stuck inside the Edgerton Mall, and not just as a last-minute shopper (though he is that too). Edgerton isn't exactly the epicenter of holiday cheer, despite its two Santas, canned Christmas music, chintzy bows, and festive lights. The mall is a fossil of an industry in decline; many of its stores are closed, and to make matters worse, there is a rampant shoplifting problem.
The murderous Russian mobster who owns the place has decided it takes a thief to catch a thief and hires Junior--under threat--to solve the shoplifting problem for him. But Junior's surveillance operation doesn't go well: as Christmas Eve approaches, two people are dead and it's obvious that shoplifting is the least of the mall's problems. To prevent further deaths, possibly including his own, Junior must confront his dread of Christmas--both present and past.
Publishers Weekly® Reviews
- Reviewed in: Publishers Weekly, page .
- Review Date: 2016-10-17
- Reviewer: Staff
Edgar-finalist Hallinan deserves to win an Edgar for his ingeniously plotted, often hilarious sixth Junior Bender novel (after King Maybe). Junior, a thief who has probably stolen more things than most people own, owes a favor to a San Fernando Valley, Calif., crime boss, and agrees to work for a scary Russian thug who has adopted the name Tip Poindexter. The Edgerton Mall, which Tip owns, has recently experienced a dramatic spike in shoplifting, and Tip demands that Junior find out why. The assignment is depressing for Junior, since it comes just days before Christmas, which has always been an emotionally trying holiday for him. The investigation pays off with a brilliant solution that few will anticipate, and the sophisticated story line is only one of the books highlights. Another is the masterly way in which Hallinan creates his own world-weary Chandlerian narrative voice (a golf club Junior visits is one of the Valleys shiny new gathering places for people whose money was recently acquired and whose manners hadnt yet been sanded down into the smooth indifference that marks multiple generations of wealth). Readers will eagerly await Juniors next adventure. Agent: Bob Mecoy, Bob Mecoy Literary. (Oct.)
Whodunit: No after-dinner snooze with these holiday mysteries
The season’s best suspense novels share a striking commonality: The main characters are saddled with names that practically guarantee choruses of snickers behind their backs, from Flavia de Luce to shady character Junior Bender.
SMALL SLEUTH, BIG CASE
First up is Alan Bradley’s witty and slyly charming Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew’d, the latest outing for reader-favorite Flavia, a Nancy Drew-esque sleuth in rural England. Summoned home for the holidays from a snooty boarding school, Flavia wastes no time in becoming embroiled in a rather grotesque murder, in which the victim has been crucified, upside down, in the manner of St. Paul. Flavia is a precocious child, with a talent for amusing and insightful description; in a note about her detecting methodology, she points out that her mind works in a very un-Sherlock Holmes-like manner: “In reality, analytical minds such as my own are forever shooting wildly off in all directions simultaneously. It’s like joyously hitting jelly with a sledgehammer.” Be that as it may, it works for her, and generates more than its fair share of entertainment for the reader as well.
Anne Perry’s A Christmas Message is an altogether more portentous sort of holiday adventure. Set in Palestine around the turn of the 20th century, the story combines elements of religious mystery, highbrow Brit romance (understated, naturally), a soupçon of the supernatural and a denouement that will hang in your memory long after you have turned the final page. Lady Vespasia Narraway and her commoner (but by no means common) husband are on holiday in the Holy Land when they meet an enigmatic, elderly man who turns up dead shortly after entrusting the Narraways with a piece of parchment “upon which the future of mankind depends.” They must deliver it to Jerusalem, but there are forces in play dedicated to stopping the parchment from reaching its anointed destination. Perry’s prose reads like a Victorian-era mystery, and her characters have that larger-than-life quality that permeated so many classic films from the golden age of cinema.
Two women, P.D. James and Ruth Rendell, shared the mantle of “doyenne of British suspense” until James’ death two years ago, and Rendell’s just a few months later. Fortunately for James’ legions of fans, there are some literary delights left in the vaults. The Mistletoe Murder: And Other Stories, a small collection of her holiday-themed short stories, is what you might expect from James. There are overtones of Agatha Christie, albeit with a more modern sensibility; the perfect prose you have come to anticipate and admire; and red herrings and twists galore, often up to and including the final sentence of each story. And the focal point of the book, the novella for which the volume is named, is a classic variation on the locked-room mystery with a slick last-possible-moment twist that surprised and tickled even this jaded reader.
TOP PICK IN MYSTERY
And then we have the antithesis of the classic Christmas story, Timothy Hallinan’s gripping yet wickedly funny Fields Where They Lay. Burglar and underworld sleuth Junior Bender has found precious little joy in Joyeux Noël over the course of his life. This year promises to be no different: Junior’s girlfriend has left him, with few words of explanation and no forwarding address; a Russian mafia dude has hired him to look into a crime and has made it clear that failure on Junior’s part will be treated most harshly; and Junior still has not been able to find the perfect gift for his teenage daughter. His investigation takes him to over-the-hill Edgerton Mall, whose main claim to Christmas fame is “two Santas, no waiting.” The anchor superstores have fled, leaving the mall with a small contingent of struggling mom-and-pop shops. In the midst of all this, Junior finds an unlikely friend and ally, a kindly Jewish Santa Claus by the name of Shlomo, who shares yet another mystery with Junior, a poignant one dating back to the final days of World War II. And somewhere amid all this suspense and uncertainty lies the true meaning of Christmas, assuming that Junior can stay alive long enough to see it.