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Baby, Would I Lie

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As a long-time fancier of humorists and funny writers (there is a difference), I have found that Mr. Westlake, in "Baby,Would I Lie" combines a fine comic sense with the careful crafting of an excellent story. The location, Branson, Missouri, has a veritable mother lode of material for this writer -- and he mines it to hilarious result. The character development, plot lines, sub-plot lines (and sub-sub plot lines) all make for an entertaining mix that I found absorbing. As an added little bonus, the setting of a trial, involving an accused murderer, a crime of passion, and comical prosecutors and defense attorneys, predates (or presages) the O.J. fiasco, but juxtaposing the two makes for an even more sardonic twist as one reads. "Baby, Would I Lie?" is a fun book, if you can imagine, and one that adds to Mr. Westlake's reputation as a great writer who has a wonderful and ironic sense of humor. Compared to much that passes for writing these days, his words and sentences captivate, tickle and inform. How much more can you ask of a novel set in Branson

_Baby, Would I Lie?_ is the sequel to Donald Westlake's _Trust Me on This_. That book concerned Sara Joslyn's time working for the Weekly Galaxy, a sleazy tabloid. At the end of that book Sara and her editor, now lover, Jack Ingersoll, manage to escape to New York and respectable journalism, in the form of Trend, a weekly modelled as far as I can tell on the New Yorker.

As this book opens, Sara is on her way to Branson, MO. Her latest assignment is to cover the murder trial of Ray Jones, a middle-aged country music star with a theater in Branson. One of Jones' employees was found murdered and dumped in Table Rock Lake, and Ray's car was seen with incriminating bloodstains. The evidence against him is purely circumstantial, and fairly weak, but the trial is also being held in the court of public opinion.

As Sara arrives, she encounters to her dismay some of her former colleagues from the Weekly Galaxy. Naturally, they too are covering this celebrity trial. And before long Jack is in Branson as well, chomping at the bit to nail the Galaxy at their nefarious journalistic tricks.

The story is told from several points of view, but mostly those of Sara and Ray Jones. We soon learn that Ray is also in trouble with the IRS, and we get hints that he is not guilty of the murder but that he knows more than he is letting on, and that he has some curious scheme afoot. Much to the dismay of his legal team, which is confident they can get him off if they can keep him reined in. Meanwhile, he is mysteriously letting Sara have significant access to his legal preparations, much to the further consternation of his lawyers. Is he setting up Sara somehow?

The resolution is pretty clever with a nice twist or two. Westlake's portrayal of Branson, a town I know reasonably well, is not bad. (There are one or two missteps, and it's rather out of date. (The book was published in 1994, and depicts the town as it was in perhaps 1990 or so.)) He tries somewhat to avoid stereotyping Midwestern tourists, with limited success. He is pretty sound (and on the whole, sympathetic) on the country musicians themselves, though. The lyrics to Ray Jones' songs are all by Westlake, and they are quite good country pastiches. Ray Jones himself is well depicted -- not exactly a nice man, but not a monster, either. And the book is quite funny.

Donald Westlake writes books with characters that you just can't help but like. They can be, as in the great Dortmunder series, felons, burglars, kidnappers, but they are all likable. In this book, his characters are tabloid journalists, who are only a step above the lowest of the lows, defense attorneys. He skewers them, but some of them, DARN IT, you can't but help liking.

Like a book you can't put down, this audiodisc is one I couldn't turn off. Nicola Sheara (Reader)brings a unique -- and believable -- voice to every character and enthuses the prose with a sense of lively anticipation. Other reviewers have commended the writer; I want to be sure that audio tape/disc listeners know that they won't be disappointed in this rendition of a very entertaining tale.

I absolutely loved Trust Me On This, the first novel to feature Jack and Sara and the Weekly Galaxy. This one? Not so much.

It was funny in places, maybe I'm just too easily bored. A lot of the jokes were rehashes of the ones from Trust Me. The story wasn't, imo, all that captivating. It's never a good sign when you're pulling for the sub-plot main character to get 20 years in the electric chair.

There were moments in this book that were brilliant, but it just felt too much like a revenge novel to me. And not a spectacular revenge novel. Not to give away spoilers or anything, but the character working actively for revenge is a weak character, and his story was really over in the last novel. It was more interesting to imagine what life would be like for him than it was for me to actually *see* what his life was like.

It was still sad, it was still weak.

While the other sub-plot characters were well developed, that whole sub-plot felt like an expansion of the Johnny Crawfish bit from Trust Me. It was fun reading about all of Crawfish's scumbag relatives for a few paragraphs. In the close ups we get here, the scumbags are just....overexposed? Too much of a good thing can be way too much, is all I'm sayin'.

I'd recommend it, but not with the whole heart with which I recommend Trust Me On This.

This book is a sequel to Trust Me on This which was a terrific, comical mystery itself. This novel picks up where the last one left off--with most of the characters from the last one as well. Some of them are a laugh riot too. The two main characters are as likable as before; the antics are as wild and despicable as before; but this time there are legal involvements concerning an aging country singer & his relatively new theater/abode in Branson, MO. Westlake includes numerous country songs (which he wrote) which actually weave (to a degree) into the story line. The writing is smooth, the story enjoyable, the book terrific. My favorite line in it is on p. 54: "Her split ends resplit." I think it describes this book well. It's a hoot!

Extremely enjoyable mystery with a country-western setting. Contains the full lyric of "If it ain't fried, it ain't food", itself worth the price.

Does anyone out there know the name of another Westlake book in which the main character, a film critic and college teacher of film courses, inadvertently causes the death of his date for the evening in his apartment. The book features a running gag in that all his books have titles in the familiar modern vein, Title: Subtitle, for example, "Gaza Strip: Breeding Ground for Terrorism". You get the picture. Can anyone help? Thanks.

An open letter to all those who assumed that they were cheated by Mr. Westlakeke's " Baby Would I Lie". Westlake has been writing for more years than you have drawn breath. Exit criticism 1. "Trust Me On This" was so fun that I gave it to some Journo pukes to lighten them up. I,Phil, did want to know what happened afterward, the drama queers had no interest. I,(fanfare of trumpets) would seldom criticise (sorry about the spelling, but sometimes an "S" is better than a "Zed") a man who has afforded me so much thought provoking entertainment. "The Winner" is the finest human drama story that I know. "Nackles" is the creepiest. Loose your venom on a worthy target, you little coney-catchers, Read "Anarchaos" or a little Parker and shut up. Pinkyprime