Chance

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Archived by Mike on 10 March, 1997

Latest Update 13 January 2007 by Bob Ames


Publication Information

Hardcover Edition    
  Published by:   G. P. Putnam's Sons    
Publication Date: 1996    
ISBN: 0-399-14134-0    
     
Paperback Edition    
  Published by::   Berkley    
  ISBN   0-425-15747-4    
     
Large Print Edition    
  Published by   Wheeler Pub.    
  ISBN   1-568-95335-6    
     
Audio Editions    
  Published by:   Dove Audio        www.Audible.com
Read By: Burt Reynolds Burt Reynolds
Length 4 cassettes, 360 min. audio file, 6 hr.

The above information is from the online catalog of the Minuteman Library Network and my own collection.---Bob


Cover Information

Dedication:  "Joan: Every town is Paris; every month is May"
(See Annotation below)

Taken from the book jacket of the hardcover edition

The search for a Mafia princess's errant spouse lands Spenser--"one of detective fiction's best hard-boiled gumshoes" (People)--on the firing line in a gangland turf war.

Once again, Robert B. Parker makes artfulness look easy, with Chance, his sensational new thriller. This time Spenser--the tough-but-tender sleuth whose passion for justice repeatedly plunges him into a sea of trouble--hires out on a marital matter whose attached strings entangle him with the Mob.

When big-time Boston hoodlum Julius Ventura approaches Spenser and his redoubtable sidekick, Hawk, about locating his only daughter's missing husband, it's clear he's not telling them the whole truth about the blushing bride and the ardent groom. In fact, he may be lying. But something about these missing links appeals to Spenser, and he agrees to take the case.

So begins an odyssey into the netherworld of disorganized crime: from the throne rooms of crime lords to the Vegas strip; from two-bit wiseguys with a genius for dangerous liaisons to gangsters' molls in jeopardy; from larceny to homicide. And that's just for openers. All too soon, it becomes clear that what's at stake is not young love, but control of gangland Boston. Spenser and Hawk find themselves dead-center in a circus of violence whose shadowy ringmaster is all too familiar to a private eye with a past.

Set against the bright lights and seamy side streets of Las Vegas, Parker's latest novel proves hat "he can still create characters who live and dialogue that talks" (The New York Times Book Review).

Robert B. Parker is the author of more than twenty-seven books, including the recent Spenser bestsellers Thin Air and Walking Shadow. He lives in Boston.

[I wonder if Hawk would appreciate being referred to as a "sidekick" -ed]


Recurring Characters


Unanswered Questions


Literary References, or "The Annotated Gumshoe"

The significance of the dedication:  "Joan: Every town is Paris; every month is May" - I never thought to look this up but Frank G Wilkes wrote in to say:

"I was listening to an oldies radio station the other day and heard a song I am not familiar with. Didn't even catch the whole song, but the part I did hear rang a bell. The song was When Joanna Loved Me sung by Tony Bennett. The song ends with the words 'When Joanna loves me, every day is Paris on Sunday. Every month is May.'"

Exactly so.  Written by Robert Wells and Jack Segal, Tony Bennett rode it to #93 on the charts in 1964.

See Lyrics.  Also poke around Background Info for why this is a good reflection on the history of the Parker marriage.

Favorite Lines

Chapter 1: Smile when you say that

"'Anyone ever actually faint when you were giving them the hard stare?' I said.

Ventura didn't answer. He kept looking at me.

'You know, sort of gasp with terror,' I said, 'and slide down in the chair and let their head fall sideways with their tongue hanging out? Like this?'"

Chapter 2: What I wouldn't give to see this slogan on a full-page ad in the Wall Street Journal...

"'I'm in the business of selling brains and balls,' I said. 'And most people value the latter.'"

Chapter 3: Is it that, or Hawk's own black--er, never mind.

"In white script, across the front of the tee-shirt, was written, Yes, it's a black thing.

'Wow,' I said, 'militant.'

'Dating a B.U. professor,' Hawk said. 'Impresses the hell out of her.'"

Chapter 3: He looks that bad?

"Henry weighed 134 pounds, and 133 of it was muscle. He had gone twice with Willie Pep in his youth and done as well with Willie as I had with Joe Walcott. It showed on his face."

Chapter 7: How to make friends...

"Marty kept leaning forward. His two friends were looking at me too.

'I know you?' Marty said.

'Sure you do,' I said. 'I'm your hero. You want to be just like me.'

'That a wise remark?' Marty said.

'Yeah, I'm practicing on you, in case I meet somebody smarter.'"

Chapter 7: See, I do care about you

"Marty put his thick hand on my chest and shoved. I was supposed to stagger backwards. But I didn't. I rolled a little away from the shove and Marty's hand slid off my chest and Marty actually stagger a half step forward. He caught himself on the bar and tried to look like he hadn't staggered.

'You okay?' I said solicitously."
Chapter 8: Funny, that works with dorm food, too...

"'What's that pallard thing you ordered?' Shirley asked.

'Breast of chicken flattened with a mallet and quickly sautéed.'

'Sounds terrible,' she said.

'Drink enough wine,' I said, 'you'll think you like it.'"

Chapter 10: Memo to Trent Reznor: "Great idea new sound sample idea for the next nine inch nails album - grinding glass"

"There was heavy rock music playing. I didn't recognize it, but I didn't expect to. All rock music sounded to me like glass being ground."

Chapter 12: Aw, you did that on porpoise

"'Vinnie is not given to praise,' Fish said. 'So his regard for you is impressive.'

'Impresses the hell out of me,' I said.

'Vinnie also says you are inclined to flippant.'

'Vinnie thinks flippant is the name of a dolphin,' I said."
Chapter 15: Look, the pigs are flying south for the winter...

"'I'd like to try it,' Susan said.

'Blackjack?'

'Anything. It sounds like fun.'

'You got a system?'

'Of course I do. You and Hawk tell me what to do.'

Hawk looked at me without expression.

'Be a first,' Hawk said."

Chapter 15: Life is just full of these little let-downs...

"'It's amazing that no matter how small women's bathing suits get, they still manage to cover all they're supposed to,' I said.

'Do I hear disappointment in your voice?' Susan said.

'Yes.'"

Chapter 19: That Yankee honk, it's so hard to tell apart from California surfer speak...

"Bob appeared with the check.

'You want to chahge it to your room?' he said. 'Or put it on a credit cahd.'

All three of us looked at him simultaneously. A song of home.

'You from Boston?' I said.

'Yeah, Dawchestah. How'd you know?'

'A wild guess,' I said.

When I signed the check, I overtipped Bob because he talked right."

Chapter 20: And it's cheaper than an ad in the yellow pages

"'This is Detective Cooper,' the gray-haired one said. 'I'm Detective Sergeant Romero, Las Vegas Police Department'

'You know I'm a famous detective, and you came here looking for crimestopper tips,' I said.

'Never heard of you,' Romero said, 'until we found your card at a crime scene.'

'Pays to advertise,' I said."
Chapter 20: Damn, Quirk never tells them the important stuff

"'How about Boston?' Romero said to Cooper.

'Talked to the Homicide commander,' Cooper said. 'Guy named Quirk. Says the hawkshaw is legit.'

'Just legit?' I said.

Cooper continued speaking to Romero as if I hadn't spoken, but there was a trace of humor at the corners of his mouth.

'Says he'll lie to you, he thinks it's a good idea. But he wouldn't rape or murder anyone.'

'Good to know,' Romero said.

'He say anything about brilliant?' I said. 'Or dauntless?'

'No.'"
Chapter 21: No doubt exercising that iron will to keep from laughing at Spenser's jokes...

"'Don't get sidetracked by the Wizard of Oz display,' I said.

'Be hard,' Hawk said, 'But ah does have a will of iron.'

'And a head to match,' I said

Hawk almost smiled as he left."

Chapter 30: And "REGNAD KCIN" would be a bit too obscure...

"I was in my office with my feet up studying the way my name looked backwards through the frosted glass window of my office door.

Maybe SPENSER ought to be in script. A nice flowing script might make me seem lovable, and would contrast nicely with INVESTIGATIONS, which would be in a bold, no-nonsense sans serif. Maybe some sort of motto would be good. WE DON'T SOLVE ANYTHING BUT WE GIVE OUR FEE AWAY."

Chapter 30: Your mileage may vary

"A box of donuts came out next, and two plastic coffee cups and two pale pink linen napkins.

'You bought donuts?' I said.

'Yes.'

I wasn't aware you knew how.'

'I don't. But I watched the other people in line.'

I opened the box. Plain donuts. Perfect.

'Do you know how to eat a donut?' I said.

'I'll watch you on the first one,' Susan said.

She opened the thermos and poured two cups of coffee into the plastic cups. I ate half a donut.

'Ugh,' Susan said. 'Is that how it's done?'

'Girls sometimes take smaller bites,' I said.

'I certainly hope so,' Susan said."

Chapter 31: In which Hawk has some Really Deep ThoughtsTM

"'Thing about getting a place with a great view,' Hawk said, 'is, after you moved in and looked at the great view for a few days, you get used to it and it ain't a great view anymore. It just what you look at out your window.'

'You're a deep guy,' I said.

'And sensitive,' Hawk said. 'Maybe I should host a talk show.'

'Will you have me as a guest?' I said.

''Course not.'"

Chapter 32: Must take years to master...

"The school had no record of Beatrice Costa's address or Abigail Olivetti's. The secretary told me that in a way to indicated that the question was stupid.

'We are not running a clearinghouse here,' she told me.

'Probably more of a warehouse,' I said. 'May I use your phone book?'

She handed it to me, and turned back to her desk work with an audible sigh. It was clear that I had no real understanding of her importance, and the pressing nature of her work. Not everyone can file detention slips."

Chapter 36: Offer to give him your autograph. Then see what he says...

"We slowed. Cars behind me honked their horns.

'We're holding up traffic,' Dixie said.

'Take your time,' I said.

More horns. One driver pulled out around me and raced past me, tires screeching. As he passed he gave me the finger.

'He thinks I'm number one,' I said.

'There it is,' Dixie said.

I pulled in by a hydrant...The cars behind me gunned their engines in angry liberation as they passed me. I felt properly chastened."

Chapter 40: Happiness is relative

"'So we oh for two.'

'At best,' I said.

'Nice detective work though, found Anthony's love nest, found Bibi's high school chum.'

'Makes you proud,' I said. 'Doesn't it.'

'Make a nice slogan,' Hawk said. 'Missing? Don't want to be found? Call Spenser. Your secret is safe with us.'

'You haven't found anybody either,' I said.

'Yeah,' Hawk said. 'But I got a lobster sandwich.'

'Good point.'"

Chapter 43: So there.

"'You let one get away?' Hawk said.

'Plus the drivers of the two getaway cards, whom you, of course, would have run down on foot.'

'And bitten their heads off,' Hawk said."

Chapter 44: If you want me, I'll be hiding under the bed

"I was at my desk trying to learn how to say 'you'll never get me, you dirty rat,' in Russian.

'You got a plan yet?' Hawk said without looking up from his book.

'We could hide in here with the door locked, sleep in shifts.'

'I thought of that,' Hawk said.

The phone rang.

'Be nice if we could figure which anthill we stepped in,' I said.

'Yeah, be great, we could call them names while we sleeping in shifts.'

'We know who they are, we might know what to do.'

The phone rang again.

'Be a nice change,' Hawk said.

I nodded and picked up the phone.

'Da?' I said."
Chapter 46: Mind you, Dixie cups can be very nutritious...

"A stewardess with big blonde hair put a tray of food on my table. Her name tag read CHERYL. I took a bite. Hawk looked over as I chewed.

'What'd you get?' he said.

'Might be chicken,' I said. 'How about you?'

'They steamed the steak, just right,' Hawk said.

...

'You ever wonder why they don't just serve you couple nice sandwiches on an airplane,' he said. ''Stead of trying to microwave you a five-course meal that tastes like a boiled Dixie cup?'

'Often,' I said."

Chapter 49: The benefits of good debating skills...

"The rest of the way back to The Mirage, Hawk and I had a lengthy discussion as to who would tail Bibi in the morning and who would sleep in. My argument was that early rising was in his genes from all those ancestral generations of chopping cotton before the dew had faded. He felt that this was a racist stereotype. He decried racial stereotyping, and explained to me that I was a white-bread paddy with a plantation mentality. I argued that, being of Irish descent, I had no mentality at all, plantation or otherwise. And he insisted that no one was too stupid to be a bigot. He had me there, but I didn't admit it and when we got to The Mirage we stopped in the lobby and flipped a coin and he lost."


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