This is a book that will be more interesting to devotees of burlesque than to devotees of crime fiction, though the latter will enjoy it. "Jonny Porkpie," the self-appointed Burlesque Mayor of NYC, has penned a Hard Case Crime novel. The plot is straightforward: a burlesque queen (or princess minus) has a bad habit of imitating other peoples' acts. Make that: stealing other peoples' acts. Her stolen act this time around involves the drinking of what appears to be poison. Unfortunately for her the poison turns out to be real. Since Jonny Porkpie (named for his favorite style of hat) was charged with the responsibility of handing her the prop he becomes the principal suspect in her murder case. Thus, he is forced to dodge the fuzz (make that: the cops) in order to investigate the case and bring the actual killer to justice.
The crime story is a tad thin and there are no shocking surprises. The strength of the book lies in the author's ability to evoke the world of burlesque--a quaint, arch, self-conscious world of puns, pasties and double entendres. The result is more cozy than crime fiction, since it takes place in an enclosed world which, in this case, also has strong retro- elements.
It's all good clean fun, less sexualized than daytime television, and a very competent first novel. Essentially it is what it attempts to be, not James Lee Burke, James Ellroy or Elmore Leonard, but a short, amusing look at a sweet, vaguely adolescent, vaguely adult subculture. Enjoy.