From Publishers Weekly
This first novel about a PI who is just out of a mental hospital and driving a taxi in Spokane, Wash., in 1978 has a few interestingly mordant moments, but they don't add up to much more than a decided oddity. "As I entered my apartment I almost knocked over Irving. He's a philodendron who resides on the table by the front window. He passed away two months ago when I was first out of the hospital and not doing too well at taking care of other living things." So says Scott Moody early on, setting a coy tone that rapidly begins to grate. "It's 1978, after all, and things are strange for everyone," he says on the same page?the first of literally dozens of times the date is mentioned. Moody, we soon learn, applied for his PI license while he was in the hospital, after having a hallucinatory chat with Humphrey Bogart. The case which keeps him busy?when he's not pushing his cab around Spokane's seedier streets or fighting off the many women who seem to find him fascinating?involves the missing husband of a temptress who was Moody's high-school flame. But the author, a Seattle-based former journalist and computer programmer, succeeds neither in creating a compelling story line nor in convincing us to believe in Moody or his setting.
Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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