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In the Midst of Death

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Lawrence Block's early Matthew Scudder novels are considerably shorter and less complex than later entries in the series. Scudder was still drinking during this time period and here he makes his first acknowledgement that it might be getting out of control. The plot is intriguing, a dirty cop begins cooperating with an anti-corruption probe and is framed for murder. Scudder must answer two questions who did the frame up and why did the cop suddenly decide to become a rat? "In the Midst of Death" is one of the bleaker entires in the Scudder series both in terms of its outcome and for what happens in Scudder's personal life. It is not an essential entry in the series, but it is a good one.

With this book, the third in the Matthew Scudder series, Scudder is hired by a crooked cop named Jerry Broadfield, who decides to grab a bit of the limelight by exposing corruption in the police department. Problem: a hooker Broadfield was seeing turns up dead in his apartment. The police won't do much to investigate, of course, because Broadfield betrayed the badge. That leaves Scudder to go after the killer.

It's a good book, but it doesn't measure up to the high standards set by other volumes in the series. Part of this is because there's not enough focus on the characters. Seems strange to type that about Lawrence Block, who normally writes great characters. This time around it feels like he wasn't sure where he wanted to go with the series, so Matt is the same at the end of the book as he was at the beginning. He's simply there to go through the motions and solve the crime.

However, even on Block's worst day, he's better than most writers on their best day. So the book will still entertain you and it's worth reading. Just don't expect to be blown away this time.

For for the first time in the Matt Scudder series -- now three books long -- the word "alcoholic" rears its ugly head; it's not uttered by Matt, but suggested by a questioning friend. And Matt is full of denial: he can stop anytime he wants, he doesn't drink that much, it doesn't interfere with his capabilities. But, during the solving of this mystery, Matt's seldom far from his last or next drink, he's already suffering blackouts, and he made several tactical, and possibly deadly, errors because of a brain fogged by burbon and coffee. But in between his repeated toss-backs, we have another tight little mystery: This time his client is a cop on the take who gets too greedy and is set up to appear to have killed a hooker. And we get to meet some original and intriguing characters: like Doug Furhman, a character that would be perfect for the acting talents of the late Elisha Cook, Jr., and Kenny the owner of Sinthia's, a gay Village bar. Elaine, the call girl, is back from the first book with a more substantial role in this tale. And there's the client's wife with whom Matt has fling, thankfully alluded to, not given a full desription by Block. And Matt keeps the affair going by feeding her the lines she wants to hear, or could it be that he is so desperately lonely that he really means them and it is her that is stringing his emotions along? It's a dirty big city, but I'm glad Matt lives there and Lawrence Block takes us along with him on his adventures.

In this, the 3rd book in the series, Matt Scudder is asked for help by a New York copy who believes a prostitute is setting him up. Before he can make too many inroads into the case, the prostitute is dead and the policeman is arrested on suspicion of being responsible. Something doesn't ring true to Scudder, particularly when he finds out the cop has been providing information to Internal Affairs, putting him on the out with his fellow officers.

This is one of the darker books in the Matt Scudder series with Matt sinking into a growing depression and succumbing to the bottle with increasing regularity. Although sinking heavily into alcoholism in this book, he still manages to hold it all together enough to perform his job admirably well.

Scudder is a very interesting character, but he is also defined by the actions that he can't explain, even to himself. A perfect example of this is his habit of tithing. He admits that he is in no way religious, yet every time he is paid, he tithes ten per cent of his earnings to the nearest church. The amusing part is that Scudder can't explain why he does it and reacts to it with head-shaking bemusement.

This is a typical hardboiled mystery, sometimes despairingly so, featuring a character who grows more fascinating and enigmatic the more we find out about him.

Lawrence Block is an excellent writer, and he is at his best with the grim streets of New York and bleak lives of many of its inhabitants. Matt Scudder is an ex-cop who quit the force after one of his shots went astray and killed a little girl. Now, he works as an investigator. In this story, Jerry Broadfield, a police officer, has blown the whistle on his fellow cops. Immediately, a prostitute charges him with extortion. He hires Scudder to investigate, but before Scudder can do much, the prostitute ends up dead in Broadfield's apartment. Scudder suspects a frame up, but proving it is difficult. If not Broadfield, who murdered the prostitute? And why did Broadfield turn against his fellow officers? Block gives us the clues as Scudder unravels the case while fighting a losing battle against becoming an alcoholic. The story moves fairly quickly and should keep your interest to the end.

This is the third outing for Matthew Scudder, late of the NYPD and now living in a mediocre hotel room and working occasionally as an unofficial private detective (he hates licenses and making reports and filing taxes on his earnings). It's quite short, less than 200 pages, dating from a time before Block's best and most popular character had really crawled out of his chrysalis and assumed his later form. But, for the most part, it's not a bad story for all that. Jerry Broadfield is a cop who (he says) got fed up with the corruption in the department and went to the Special Prosecutor, who was delighted to hear his story. But then a young prostitute files charges that he was shaking her down for cash and sex, and Broadfield goes into hiding and engages Scudder to find out who put her up to it. And barely has he started on that when the girl is murdered in his client's own apartment and he's in the Tombs. Matt doesn't especially like the guy -- he's much too full of himself -- but he doesn't consider him stupid, either. And that would be a really stupid way to kill someone. So he takes on this suddenly much more important case -- in which he gets absolutely no help from the police who, typically, would like to see him dead for "betraying" his badge. In fact, it may well be that the murderers were cops themselves. (Block certainly knows that cops behave as they always have.) The plot is increasingly complex from this point, not only in the investigation but in the relationship between Scudder and Broadfield's wife, which is unexpected for both of them -- and not very convincing, I don't think. But Matthew is the only character who is clearly formed. Broadfield, his wife, Scudder's old friends on the force, the other prostitute with whom he's had a friendly relationship for years, the people he investigates, and even the eventually-identified killer (who came out of left field as far as I was concerned), are fuzzy at best. Block's greatest skill, probably, is in-depth, deeply multi-dimensional characterization. But not this time. I've re-read all the later books in the series and, like all of them, this one is certainly worth a read -- but only once.

This is the 3rd novel in the Matt Scudder series. It's early Lawrence Block, lacking some of the polish of his later books, but even back then he was great at hardboiled noir, and desperate characters, and driving a story quickly. The mystery aspects of each book have improved -- this is the first one where I didn't figure out the murderer before the end.

I haven't read the later Scudder books (except Eight Million Ways to Die), but I understand the style and tone changes considerably. This book was bleak noir, in the same vein as other early Block novels such as Grifter's Game and The Girl With the Long Green Heart.