Shotgun

This review first appeared on CriminOlly.wordpress.com
There’s something about the pleasure of cracking open a book that you know you’re going to enjoy. I spent most of 2018 (a year in which I’d pledged to only read books by female authors), suffering from withdrawal symptoms for the work of my favourite crime writer, Ed McBain. That’s not to say that I wasn’t served up with some marvellous crime fiction in my year of abstinence. All the reviews I’ve posted so far on CriminOlly are for female authored books and many of them have been great, but there’s something about McBain’s work that I just love and going a year without reading one of his books was hard. Needless to say then, the first thing I did on New Year’s Day show more 2019 was crack open ‘Shotgun’ by Mr McBain and re-immerse myself in the grimy but enjoyable world of the 87th Precinct. By lunchtime I had finished it.
For the uninitiated, Ed McBain was a pseudonym of author Evan Hunter, and the 87th Precinct series was arguably his greatest work. It comprises over 50 books, published between 1956 and 2005, all set in a fictional city and focussed on a largely consistent team of detectives. If you’re interested in learning more about McBain and his work I strongly recommend ‘Hark! The 87th Precinct podcast’ which you can find here.
I’ve read many of the books over the last 30 or so years, and in 2013 started reading them through in order (an activity which obviously had to be put on hold in 2018). ‘Shotgun’ is the 23rd book and you can expect to see reviews of the subsequent books appear here as I work my way through them.
The plot of this one is relatively simple, and it doesn’t draw on as many of the members of the precinct as some of the other books do. It opens with detectives Carella and Kling at the scene of an apparent murder/suicide and the story develops from their as they investigate the deaths and the lives of two victims. There’s also a sub-plot about another murder being investigated by detective Meyer, and another about Kling’s relationship with his fiancee Cindy Forrest. The denouement isn’t the greatest in the series (in fact I figured it out before the cops did, which is unusual for me) but the book still comes to a satisfying conclusion.
As ever with McBain, the details of the police work in ‘Shotgun’ are fascinating and convincing. The grisly details of the murders in the opening chapter of ‘Shotgun’ are brutally effective, and there’s an extended and disturbing passage that lists the horrific crimes committed in the precinct on Halloween. Against this violence the cops plough a workmanlike furrough as they interview potential witnesses and chase down clues. This is the police procedural at its finest, and whilst the work may be boring the book never is.
McBain’s other great strength was his ability to mix effective commentary on the appalling impacts of crime on individuals and communities, with affectionate and often amusing insights into the human condition. The 87th Precinct books are populated with incidental characters who leap off the page in just a few words, almost as if each is the subject of their own short story. The standout in this one was Joe Witters, the embittered boss of one of the victims who labels all young women “nymphomaniacs”. In scenes like these McBain manages to entertain, as well as, in this case, commenting on the reaction of men to the women’s lib movement in the 1960s. His light touch means that whilst he never glamorises crime or soft pedals on its impacts, those elements never overwhelm the books.
Aside from these character studies, ‘Shotgun’ also includes an amusing breakdown of the Oedipal references in the movie ‘Blow Up’, an unexpected (and brilliant) reappearance of a character from a previous book and a brief but effective essay on the importance of gun control. The fact that the mystery element isn’t up to McBain’s best work loses it a few points, but this is still a really enjoyable read. Even when he’s only average by his own standards, McBain is head and shoulders above much of the competition. show less

“Everyone likes to spend Saturday in a different way. Meyer and Hawes went to a poetry reading, Carella got hit on the head, and Bert Kling got beat up.
It was a nice Saturday.”

The title of this book seemed to scream from its cover - in the voice of Jr. Walker & The All Stars!

Unfortunately for the man and woman at the beginning of this book, the title refers to the weapon that shot them, at close range, in the face.

The discussion of Cindy’s thesis was so boring. Maybe the first time I've been bored reading an 87th Precinct story! But the rest was good, and as per usual, Carella gets knocked out! Poor guy.

As a cool bonus for regular readers - Roger Broome returns to the city and confesses to the murder he committed in book #19! Nice show more touch! show less

A couple is found dead in their apartment with shotgun wounds to the face. Not a pretty sight. After much legwork, the detectives find out that the man killed was not the husband but the woman's lover, and it was the husband that killed them both, using a shotgun to distort the features, making identification harder, so he could continue to live his life. I sympathize with cuckolded husbands, but really, murder? It's a little extreme.

Back to form with a straightforward procedural about a grisly double homicide. Of course Carella gets cold cocked... again... but the rest plays out nearly enough. I worked out what was going on long before the reveal, but that might have only been because of all the things I've seen that ripped off this plot.

A husband and wife are both killed by a shotgun, staged to appear as a murder/suicide. As Detectives Carella and Kling investigate, a separate murder is discovered by stabbing. Parallel investigations ensue. Bert Kling becomes an obsession for a pretty blonde source, and his girlfriend Cindy does nuts. Along the way, the 87th Street bulls wring a confession out of a suspect, who turns out to be the murderer from "He Who Hesitates." Carella gets knocked out (as he does in every book), but he and Bert eventually catch the perpetrator, who turns out to be not who they expected.

Halloween in the 87th Precinct, all hell breaking loose with a double murder and a stabbing. As ingeneous and suspenseful as ever, Ed McBain is the king of crime writers for me.