A Smile on the Face of the Tiger (The Amos Walker Series #15)

When a New York publisher asks Walker to track down author Eugene Booth, who's refusing to allow his classic Paradise Valley to be reissued, Walker's first instinct is to say no. But Booth's novel, about a Detroit race riot in 1943, fascinates Walker, especially after he finds Booth's dictation tapes. Booth has "a low fuzzy bass that might once have been rich and pleasant before too much whiskey, too many cigarettes, and three or more trips too many around a rundown block had hammered it into that dull monotone you hear at last call and over the loudspeaker in the eleventh inning of a pitchers' duel." Walker discovers that it's not just whiskey and cigarettes that have affected the author. His wife was murdered 50 years ago to prevent Booth from spilling the truth about the events he fictionalized.

Walker traces Booth to a rundown motel on the shores of Lake Huron. His presence there is no surprise, given his fondness for solitude and fish. But why is mobster Glad Eddie Cypress, who should be gearing up for a big book tour, holed up at the same motel? When Walker finds Booth swinging from the rafters, he decides to find out. When the number of people who wanted Booth dead starts multiplying, and a 50-year-old race riot and murder move back into the spotlight, Walker is hard-pressed to keep himself from becoming history.

Estleman's sardonic prose (the Detroit River is "the only spot on the North American continent where you could look across at a foreign country without seeing either wilderness or tattoo parlors") makes A Smile on the Face of the Tiger move energetically along. This noir veteran, never content to rest on his laurels, has produced another gritty winner. --Kelly Flynn

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Amos Walker has a sharp eye and a sharper sense of the absurd. Pairthese with a dry wit and a fondness for Scotch and you've got Detroit's answerto Philip Marlowe. Just trade the fedora for a Tigers' baseball cap. LorenEstleman's acerbically philosophical PI has been going strong for 13 novels andshows no sign of slowing down. In a funky, meta-textual noir riff, A Smile onthe Face of the Tiger immerses Walker in the world of '40s and '50s Americanpulp fiction, where men clench lantern jaws and women (sorry, dames) wear silkstockings and cause trouble. When a New York publisher asks Walker to track down author Eugene Booth, who'srefusing to allow his classic Paradise Valley to be reissued, Walker'sfirst instinct is to say no. But Booth's novel, about a Detroit race riot in1943, fascinates Walker, especially after he finds Booth's dictation tapes.Booth has "a low fuzzy bass that might once have been rich and pleasant beforetoo much whiskey, too many cigarettes, and three or more trips too many around arundown block had hammered it into that dull monotone you hear at last call andover the loudspeaker in the eleventh inning of a pitchers' duel." Walkerdiscovers that it's not just whiskey and cigarettes that have affected theauthor. His wife was murdered 50 years ago to prevent Booth from spilling thetruth about the events he fictionalized.Walker traces Booth to a rundown motel on the shores of Lake Huron. His presencethere is no surprise, given his fondness for solitude and fish. But why ismobster Glad Eddie Cypress, who should be gearing up for a big book tour, holedup at the same motel? When Walker finds Booth swinging from the rafters, hedecides to find out. When the number of people who wanted Booth dead startsmultiplying, and a 50-year-old race riot and murder move back into thespotlight, Walker is hard-pressed to keep himself from becoming history.Estleman's sardonic prose (the Detroit River is "the only spot on the NorthAmerican continent where you could look across at a foreign country withoutseeing either wilderness or tattoo parlors") makes A Smile on the Face of theTiger move energetically along. This noir veteran, never content to rest onhis laurels, has produced another gritty winner. --Kelly Flynn