
On my shelf since:
2022. This is one of the many mystery/thriller/PI (mostly first edition) books that I “inherited” (read: no one else wanted) from my mom.
My copy’s origin story:
(Hardcover 1st Edition 1989) I must have picked this one out to save because of the movie. Not sure why else the author or title would have rung any bells.
Why not until now:
Always meant to, always wanted to, just never got around to it. Kind of like learning to crochet.
Review:
I don’t have anything particularly negative to say about this book (except for the kinda big thing I’m going to say later), which is a bit of a departure from my last few reviews. It’s a pretty great story – exciting, gripping (is that the same thing?), complex, and well-conceived. The characters are compelling, well-developed, complicated, and gritty. The setting is beautifully drawn and you get plunked down right in it. Now finish each of those three sentences with “in no small part because it’s true.” So much of what’s here is Ripped from the Headlines (of 1935) but done with amazing craft, language, and art, making for a beautiful collage of a novel. When I was done reading the book, I enjoyed reading up on all the “characters” on Wikipedia. The star of the show though is definitely the language. Written entirely in first person, it takes a minute to get used to a street urchin saying things like “a strong ethic prevailed, all the normal umbrages… all the outraged sensibilities… once you accepted the first pure inverted premise.” But then again it made me pretty sure that Billy was going to survive past his youth to learn how to talk like that.
Okay, so here’s the thing that I need to address. What is it about so many books on my shelf written by men in the 1990’s with crappy portrayals of women? I’m getting a little worn out by the dearth of substantial female characters. Most of them apparently existing only to be taken care of or to have sex with. I’m reasonably well-practiced at ignoring that for an otherwise good book from time to time, but so many in a row? In the last five books (one I’m still finishing up) the least egregious has been 2001: A Space Odyssey and only because there were basically no women in it at all. I wish now that I hadn’t started this project with Cat’s Eye. It would have been a breath of fresh air at this point, and I probably would have written a very different review of it than I did. Might need to go back… (Finished book December 9, 2025 – then wrote and sat on this review until after the holidays)
Payoff (pages per stars):
323/3 = 107 2/3 pages of reading for every star sounds about right for this book even though I enjoyed it.
(Still trying out other metrics for the mathy among us, and will take suggestions):
- Awards to Stars: 4 to 3
Misc Ratings (Out of 5):
- Enjoying all the classic gangster stuff like running numbers and sleeping with the fishes: 4
- Concerns about watching Dustin Hoffman starring in the movie: 0
Bechdel Test: Extra Big Fail! (Only four more books to go until I get to another woman writer)










