From Publishers Weekly
Harrington's fifth Columbo mystery (following The Game Show Killer) sets the LAPD homicide lieutenant the task of unmasking the murderer who slew Gunnar Svan, film director, philanderer, embezzler. Following the pattern of the long-running TV series, Harrington lets the reader in on the secret by revealing the murderer as the crime is planned and executed. The pleasure, according to the Columbo formula, is supposed to come from watching the rumpled cop match wits with the killer. Harrington's cast of suspects includes Ai-Ling Cooper-Svan, the victim's beautiful, powerful wife, who is publisher and editor-in-chief of the Hollywood monthly Glitz; a 17-year-old starlet, Ingrid Karlsen, willingly seduced by Svan; Piers Karlsen, the starlet's outraged father; a mobster named Jacky Di Giacomo; and others. As Columbo uncovers clues and discards red herrings, the desperate killer squirms. The lieutenant's quirky charms-the ever-present raincoat; half-smoked cigars; his beat-up but beloved Peugeot-have been given great visual definition by actor Peter Falk for 25 years. Harrington does his best to transfer them to the printed page, but this time Falk's charm is noticeably absent. Without the suspense of discovery and without Falk's merry wrinkles, this Columbo bogs down in generic Hollywood caricatures.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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From Booklist
Ai-Ling Cooper Svan seemingly has it all: great wealth, a job she loves as the publisher of
Glitz (read
Vanity Fair), and marriage to renowned Swedish film director Gunnar Svan. But all's not well in paradise. Gunnar is a satyr, and everyone knows Ai-Ling is being two-timed. But when Gunnar's nocturnal forays involve a street hooker and an underage girl, Ai-Ling decides to kill him--which she does, confident that no common civil servant could put her behind bars. But she doesn't count on Columbo. As always, the rumpled LAPD detective pokes, prods, scratches his unruly hair, and inevitably, peeks his head back around the corner to mumble, "Just one more thing, ma'am." Harrington continues to turn out superior entertainment with these print adaptations of the much-loved TV series. Put it this way: if there hadn't already been a
Columbo television show, Harrington's novels are good enough to have producers putting one together.
Wes Lukowsky
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