Once
upon a time, I was quite the priggish, fundamentally-minded purist
who viewed the post-WWII landscape of the crime-and detective genre
as an arid, desolate wasteland and despises everything that was not
like John
Dickson Carr, Agatha
Christie and Ellery
Queen – who were to me the only measuring sticks for good
detective fiction. An attitude that was not without its hypocrisy as
modern authors like A.C.
Baantjer and M.P.O.
Books were exempt from scorn. It took some years for my personal
taste and preferences to mature and get fine-tuned. Not that they
became "respectable" or anything of the sort. God forbid that
ever happens! I simply learned over the years good detective fiction
is not bound to a time or place and has everything to do with who's
doing the writing and plotting. Whenever they may be.
There
were a handful of so-called modernists who helped nudge me in that
direction beginning with William
L. DeAndrea, Christopher
Fowler and eventually Bill
Pronzini and Herbert
Resnicow. But there was another writer who has been shamefully
neglected on this blog.Lawrence
Block is an American crime writer best known for his private eye
series about a reformed alcoholic, Matthew Scudder, but I really
enjoyed his creation of a modern-day, gentleman thief, Bernie
Rhodenbarr. A series that was recommended to me following my
enthusiastic discovery of Maurice
Leblanc's Arsène Lupin. The Burglar Who Painted Like Mondrian
(1983) and The Burglar in the Library (1997) were among the
highlights of the series. You can find The Burglar Who Traded Ted
Williams (1994) and the short story "The Burglar Who Smelled
Smoke" (1997) on "The
Updated Mammoth List of My Favorite Tales of Locked Room Murders &
Impossible Crimes." I kind of forgot about Block and Rhodenbarr
after finishing the series and had completely missed the releases of
The Burglar Who Counted the Spoons (2013) and the short story
collection The Burglar in Short Order (2020). This would have
likely continued, if the universe had not decided to be weird and
bring the series back to my attention.
Ever
since the English publications of Yamaguchi Masaya's Ikeru
shikabane no shi (Death of the Living Dead, 1989) and
Masahiro Imamura's Shijinso
no satsujin (Death Among the Undead, 2017), the
subject of the largely unexplored, genre-warping hybrid
mysteries has come
up around these parts a
couple of times – particularly their untapped potential as the
genre's next frontier. The first thing that comes to mind when
thinking of hybrid mysteries is a detective story with a
science-fiction (Isaac Asimov's The Caves of Steel, 1954) or
fantasy (Randall Garrett's Too Many Magicians, 1966) setting,
but a hybrid mystery can also take place a lot closer to home. Like a
parallel universe or an alternate timeline. It strikes me as teeming
with potential for cleverly-twisted, dual narrative trickery and
removed difficult customers like robots and sorcerers while
maintaining that otherworldly quality of a science-fiction or fantasy
mystery hybrid (see some of my old comments here
and here).
So
was a little surprised when learning last year that Lawrence Block
had not only published a brand new Bernie Rhodenbarr novel, but one
in which Bernie is hurled headfirst into a parallel universe. Well, I
know when to take a hint.
The
Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown (2022) is the thirteenth outing for
Bernie Rhodenbarr, owner of a secondhand bookstore in Greenwich
Village, New York, who moonlights as a burglar with his best friend
and partner in crime, Carolyn Kaiser – who runs a dog grooming
salon near his bookshop. They have been getting into trouble
throughout the 1970s, '80s and '90s, but the world has dramatically
altered since he began selling books and burglarizing houses. Both
have seen a downturn in the new millennium. Nowadays, the only people
browsing his bookstore "were looking for a preview of something
they could subsequently order online" and his sign reading "please wait until you have exited the premises before ordering
the book from Amazon" was either overlooked or ignored. It
simply was "infinitely easier and more efficient, not to mention
cheaper, to do your book hunting at your computer." The simple
burglary business is not much better as Bernie's lock-picking skills
entirely useless when pitted against electronic locks. Not to mention
that security cameras are now everywhere ("...and started the
old rant about security cameras and electronic locks").The
world couldn't have picked a worst time to dabble in a little
dystopianism as "one of the most contemptible human beings on
the planet," Orrin Vandenbrinck, who plunked down a cool sixty
million dollars ("plus Sotheby's ten percent bidder's
premium") for the Kloppmann Diamond. Maddeningly, Vandenbrinck
announced to the world he's keeping the famous diamond at his New
York apartment. So close, yet so far away, as the up-to-date security
places the diamond far out of his reach.
After
ranting to Carolyn about it, Bernie retires to bed with Fredric
Brown's 1949 science-fiction novel What
Mad Universe.
A story in which the protagonist is thrown into an alternate
universe. When he wakes up, Bernie slowly begins to realize he,
somehow, slipped into a different reality while he was asleep. Bernie
first notices some small, but hard to miss, differences like how his
orange-and-blue Metrocard is now a green-and-white SubwayCard. There
are no security cameras anywhere, buildings that had been torn down
have returned and the internet still exists with Google, YouTube and
Wikipedia – except no Amazon or eBay ("What's
that, Pig Latin?").
I can only imagine that would be possible in a universe where severe
restrictions were placed on internet retailers in order to protect
brick-and-mortar stores and shopping malls, but the story never
really addresses this. Nevertheless, it means customers have returned
to Bernie's bookstore and the Kloppmann Diamond is now behind locks
he can pick open without security cameras looking over his shoulders.
Bernie
is the only one who ended up in this somewhat familiar looking, but
strange, parallel universe. Carolyn is right there with him and
believes it was Bernie who shuttled them into a different universe as
it appears to be a "tailor-made
world."
It has and lacks everything to make both of his vocations a whole lot
easier. I
should note here that
The
Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
is a character piece exploring the long-standing relationship of two "best
friends who had this unconscious and unacknowledged itch,"
which got scratched, but at the expense of a criminally underutilized
setting and plot.
Firstly,
the setting is not, to quote Carolyn, "some
horseshit dream"
or sprung into existence, but had already been there with its own
versions of Bernie Rhodenbarr and Carolyn Kaiser. The actions of that
universe's Bernie will go on to pose a problem for the visiting
Bernie as he has no memory of a burglary he committed before arriving
in that universe. Regrettably, that's about the most interesting
thing the story pulled off with its alternate universe setting and
not for a lack of possibilities. Bernie and Carolyn discuss the
possibility being stuck there forever or the chance of another
unexpected somersault that would throw them back into their own
universe. Why not have them effortlessly break into the building and
the moment Bernie lays his hands on the diamond, they get pulled back
into their own reality. Now they find themselves holding a sixty
million dollar diamond on the top floor penthouse of a high rise
building secured with cameras, electronic locks, bodyguards and a
desk attendant in the lobby. It would have made for a much more
exciting ending as they try to escape from the 29th floor without
getting caught or leave trail leading right up to their doorstep.
Bernie's unexplained ability to tumble into another universe can be
used for later books with him preparing burglaries of places out of
his reach in his own universe, but easily accessible in the other.
Whenever he finds himself in the other universe, all he has to do is
set his plans into motion. There even some fascinating possibilities
that can be done with the characters. What if Bernie found himself
alone on one of his trips and had to work together with the alternate
Carolyn who has no idea this Bernie is not hers. The alternate
universe setting here is only to give the story and character-arc a
slightly off-world feeling. Secondly, the plot is trivial to the
point of irrelevance.One
thing that remained unaltered in this universe is Bernie's ability,
whenever he tries to peacefully breaking and entering a place, to
attract a murder or two and places him in the cross hairs of "the
best cop money can buy,"
Ray Kirschmann – forcing him to occasionally don the deerstalker
("...if
you just focus on certain episodes in your life, you're a
detective").
This time is no different. Regrettably, there's no real (satisfying)
resolutions to the problems they encountered in the other universe
and had a sort of “not my universe, not my problem” hand waving
about it. There's even a line that entirely undermined the little bit
of intriguing world-building that was done (SPOILER/ROT13:
“Ohg
gur havirefr jr pbawherq vagb rkvfgrapr znqr guvatf hc nf vg jrag
nybat, naq gurl qvqa’g unir gb znxr frafr”)
and seemingly contradicted (ROT13)
gur
zbarl gurl oebhtug onpx sebz gur nygreangr havirefr.
So
the story ended up being somewhat disappointing and muddled in the
details, plot-wise, but enjoyed returning to the characters and
appreciated the attempt to do something with an alternate universe in
a crime novel. Even if didn't go much beyond having an alternate,
slightly off universe. The
Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
is simply a character-piece that I can only recommend to dedicated
fans of the series or readers with a specialized interest in hybrid
mysteries.
Note
for the curious:
yes, this is one of those trailing, lukewarm reviews, but please keep
in mind that there was a time I would have angrily tossed The
Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
aside, denounced its author as a hack and officially declared the
modern crime genre a landfill. I would never have taken and judged
the book on its own terms. All that would have mattered at the time
is that the ending breaks with the sacred traditions of the great
detective stories of the past and therefore heretical. I think I've
been fair to The
Burglar Who Met Fredric Brown
and regret it didn't turn out to be as good as The
Burglar Who Traded Ted Williams
or The
Burglar in the Library.