I finished the new Spillane book posthumously completed by Max Allan Collins. And although it isn’t a great book with a capital “G” — it’s no contender for the Nat’l Book Award or anything — it is a great Mike Hammer book.
Everything you want is there. Corrupt cops and politicians, evil mobsters, and psycho killers all cower in the dark, waiting to be rooted out of their holes, itching to be punched in the nose or plugged with a 1911 Colt by the incomparable P.I. known as Mike Hammer. And yes, there are luscious dames, highballs at 10 am on Sunday, loyal friends, and aging heroes with scores to settle. I can’t stand cliche — except in my hard-boiled fiction. Here it’s an essential ingredient.
A tip of the fedora to you Mr. Collins. Although I noticed your hand in the prose a few times, there was nothing there Mickey would’ve said was out of place. You done good, kid.