From Publishers Weekly
Starred Review. A reality-show company aptly titled Get Real recruits the delightfully understated John Dortmunder and his merry men for a heist in this clever Dortmunder novel (after
What's So Funny?), a worthy final word from Westlake (1933–2008). The producer of the prospective series, Doug Fairkeep, reveals himself to be both cynical and naïve, a combination that makes him an excellent foil for the guys. Naturally, the gang has to make this gig pay more than what's offered, as much for the fun of it as for the extra cash. While Get Real helps them map out a real robbery, the boys are mapping out a
real robbery—of some of the company's hidden assets. The thinking is that Get Real can hardly come after them to retrieve cash that it can't admit that it has. The game plan changes nearly hourly, and the outcome is anything but certain. The assorted idiosyncrasies of the group's members and the interactions among them will rouse chuckles from even jaded readers.
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From Booklist
*Starred Review* The late, lamented Westlake was in top form with the fifteenth and final installment of this series of comic capers that began with The Hot Rock in the 1970s. Dortmunder and his camera-shy band get mixed up with a reality TV show that is even more fraudulent than its felonious subjects. Get Real productions will pay them $20K apiece—plus per diem—to film a “real” heist. Reluctant wage slaves, the gang attempts to sweeten the deal with a little supplementary larceny, but when the producers swell their ranks with a corn-fed telegenic gun moll and a crook from central casting to spy on them, who’s two-timing who? As cameras roll all around them, can the crooks avoid incarceration, or worse—cancellation? With brilliant restraint and perfectly pitched deadpan dialogue, Westlake keeps his characters dancing precariously along the knife’s edge of absurdity. Reading his ever-more-colorful descriptions of the gang’s gargantuan muscleman, Tiny (with “a head that didn’t make you think of Easter Island so much as Halloween Island”), is a sheer delight, only tempered by the knowledge that this is last call at the OJ Bar & Grill—one final round of Amsterdam Liquor Store bourbon (“Our Own Brand”) for the road. Here’s to crime: how sweet it is! --David Wright
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