I have a confession to make. I'm a Spenser junkie. I've read every one of Robert B. Parker's Spenser novels, some twice, some three times, some even more than that. I remember the first time I read one of his novels: it was about 1986, I was in Chicago visiting relatives, down in the Loop for a little sightseeing. Since "sightseeing" for my family usually involved bookstores (a pursuit that continues to this day, mind you), we were in a Crown Books for several hours.
I'd already completed my review of the science fiction and fantasy section (my typical haunt) and while we waited for my dad to finish his exhaustive examination of every book in the store I decided to glance through the mystery section as well. I just happened to pick up Taming a Seahorse, and well, I was hooked. I read half of it standing there in the store. I bought the book and finished the rest of it that day. Then I went back and collected the other books in the series. To a teenage boy whose head was full of comic book heroes, Spenser was really cool: a big tough guy who could quote literature, cook a fancy meal, and beat the crap out of anybody who crossed him. And if he couldn't beat them crapless, he'd call in his buddy Hawk.
I'd always loved snappy, witty dialogue, and Parker's books fit the bill, right along with Greg McDonald's Fletch books. The mysteries weren't particularly complicated, no intricate locked room murders requiring Miss Marple or Hercule Poirot. It was straight-forward action, featuring a detective whose basic motto was to wander around being a pain in the ass until something happened. It was interesting to read the books as I did, because Spenser's evolution from a clone of Phillip Marlowe or Lew Archer was interesting. He went from basic gumshoe in The Godwulf Manuscript to avenging terrorism in The Judas Goat to freelance "wet work" for the CIA in A Catskill Eagle. That book represented something of a watershed for the sleuth, however: perhaps Parker realized Spenser was about to jump the shark and decided to rip the big "S" off his chest. The books that followed were generally smaller in scale, bringing Spenser back into role of detective.
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1 - The Crutnacker
Excellent review, encapsules my thoughts exactly about the Spenser books. They're comfortable, fun reads, but they're all the same these days.