Honey West was a female private eye who invaded the hardboiled detective scene of the 1950s and muscled over some of the big boys. Created by G.G. Fickling (the pseudonym of husband and wife team, Gloria and Forest Fickling), Honey West starred in eleven novels before cashing out in 1971.
The 1950s were the heyday of the paperback novel. Men returning from World War II wanted something to read that was different from the relatively tame pulps they’d read prior to the war. Mickey Spillane was one of the first to offer the edgy kind of entertainment those men (and some women) wanted when he created his two-fisted private eye, Mike Hammer.
Honey West was the feminine version of the time. Before women’s lib, women depended on sexual allure and wiles to get what they were after. Honey oozed sex and wile, and frequently ended up in situations where clothing was not exactly optional, but she ended up underdressed all the same, usually through no fault of her own. She carries a .22 revolver holstered on her garter and is forever reaching up under her skirt/mini-dress to pull it out.
In A Kiss for a Killer, Honey gets a phone call from her police contact that lets her know one of the guys she’s been dating has just been ran over by a steamroller. She sets out to investigate and immediately gets framed for the murder.
The trail takes her to a nudist colony that we’d recognize as a cult these days. From there she finds an Italian actress hanging from a tree, and that mystery -- when unraveled -- strikes close to home.
The Honey West novels, like many of the private eye books in that era, weren’t written for serious entertainment. They were breezy, lightweight, and fun. It had been a while since I’d read anything like this, so it took me a little while to get back into the groove of reading something that was so thin.
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