Latest Update 03 November 2006 by Bob Ames
| Hardcover Edition | |||
| Published by: | Houghton Mifflin | ||
| Publication Date: | 1976 | ||
| ISBN: | 0-395-24771-3 | ||
| Paperback Edition | |||
| Published by:: | Dell Publishing Co., Inc. | ||
| ISBN | 0-440-17797-0 | ||
| Large Print Edition | |||
| Published by | G.K. Hall | ||
| ISBN | 0-816-16450-9 | ||
| Audio Cassette Edition | |||
| Published by: | Books on Tape | ||
| Read By: | Michael Prichard | ||
| Length | 6 cassettes, 360 min. | ||
The above information is from the online catalog of the Minuteman Library Network and my own collection.---Bob
"For Joan, David, and Daniel"
Taken from the back cover of the paperback edition
Spenser was good at finding things. But this time he had a client out on Cape Cod who was in way over his head. Harvey Shepard had lost his pretty wife -- and a very pretty quarter million bucks in real estate. Now a loan shark was putting on the bite, sending in the toughest muscleman Boston's big boys could hire.
Spenser found himself doing a slow burn in the Cape's sand and sun. The missing wife had turned up, but she was a hot suspect in a case of murder one ... the in-hock hubby had just twenty-four hours before the mob promised to make him stone-cold dead ... and suddenly Spenser was in so deep that the only way out was a plan so risky, it made dying look like a sure thing.
Poetry"Spenser has just moved into his new office that was once used by a fortune teller and he mentions the name of Madame Sosostris.
'Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards.'She can be found in The Waste Land - Burial of the Dead by T.S. Eliot, stanza 3, line 43." See
"I didn't get what he was alluding to, so I did a little searching. Turns out Hyannis is where JFK spent many of his boyhood summers."
That's former president John Fitzgerald Kennedy, and while the family still gathers at their compound in Hyannisport I can't understand why anyone still cares.
"Where were you, say, ten years ago?"
"Ten years ago? Let's see, yes, I was having a brace put on my teeth. Where were you?"
"Looking for a job."
Simone Hochreiter wrote in to note:
"It is an allusion to the 'Gothic Novel', a popular kind of novel at the England of the 18th/19th century. The Bronte sisters were the most famous writers of that particular novel, most famous Wuthering Heights."
One wonders if the Biblical reference was intentional, given the name Promised Land, and its own biblical reference.
"'Sweet to the sweet; farewell!' said Gertrude in Hamlet, Act V, scene 1, line 237, as she scatters petals over the dead Ophilia."
- Dennis Tallett supplied the following:
"'Well, I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got.' President Richard Nixon to newspaper editors in Orlando, FL, 17 Nov. 1973, when he was questioned about his taxes."
"I'm guessing that since Spenser is rejoicing at the thought of flimflamming King Powers, this is a reference to Joplin's hit music in The Sting, the 1973 movie with (Robert) Redford and (Paul) Newman in which 'Two clever con artists arrange an elaborate sting against a powerful crime lord.'"
Scott Joplin (1867-1917) was one of the masters of the "ragtime" style of music. His Maple Leaf Rag has never gone out of date but just about the time of his death a new form called "Jazz" took over and people forgot the earlier works. In The Sting the distinctive theme is from his 1902 composition The Entertainer. Ask your parents what I mean when I say that the "45 rpm" is turning on my "record player" as I write this.
"I think a less rarified reference would be more appropriate. In the paramilitary context of the book, and keeping Spenser's own service in mind, it may be that he is simply referring to the long-time unofficial credo of the Marine Corps."
Indeed, there was a 1987 movie about the US Marines with the title "Death Before Dishonor." I also traced it to Lucius Annaeus Seneca (circa 5bc-65ad) but Spenser was probably not mentally translating "Potius mori quam foedari." (Thank you Iain, as always, for helping me get the Latin right.)
It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow unless he sweats easier than I do.
Another example is this one, from 2, Where I Lived, and What I Lived For:
A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.
The only other reference I could find that resembled the above idea was from his Journal [published 1906], in the entry dated March 11, 1856:
That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.
Other than that, I don't know. Suggestions are welcome.
"indebted to Keats's Ode on a Grecian Urn: See Poetry
'Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone. . . .'"
"'He doesn't look too happy with the new neighborhood,' she said.
'If I were in a neighborhood that would make him happy, he couldn't afford me.'"
"One of the costumed kids at the door parked my convertible with an embarrassed look. Most of the cars in the lot were newer and almost none that I could see had as much gray tape patching the upholstery.
'That young man seemed disdainful of your car,' Susan said.
'One of the troubles with the culture,' I said. 'No respect for age.'"
"Shepard's daughter came back, I eyed her surreptitiously behind my sunglasses. Surreptitious is not leering. She might be too young, but it was hard to tell."
"She shrugged again. I thought about getting up and throwing her through the window. It made me feel good for a minute, but people would probably call me a bully.
'You love your mother?'
She rolled her eyes at the ceiling and gave a sigh. 'Course,' she said and looked back at the circles she was making with the coffee cup. Perhaps I could throw it through the window instead."
"He drew it in a tall straight glass. Very good. No steins, no schooner or tulip shapes. Just a tall glass the way the hops god had intended."
"At three o'clock a wino in a gray suit, a khaki shirt and an orange flowered tie stumbled into my doorway and urinated in the corner. When he got through I offered to brush him off and hand him a towel but he paid me no attention and stumbled off. What is your occupation, sir? I'm an outdoor men's room attendant. I wondered if anyone had ever whizzed on Allan Pinkerton's shoe."
"Protests, excursion and alarums followed Pam Shepard's decision but in the end it was agreed that we would, in fact, stroll down tower the harbor and that Jane and Rose would follow along, at a discreet distance in case I tried to chloroform her and stuff her in a sack."
"She didn't look like someone who'd need to pick up overweight shovel operators in bars. Hell, she could have her choice of sophisticated private eyes. I wondered if she'd object to the urine stain on my shoe."
"'I think your hips are beginning to widen out,' she said. 'Are you still shaving?'
'Gnaw,' I said, 'it did no damage. If it had, all the waitresses here would be wearing black armbands and the flag would fly at half-mast at Radcliffe.'"
"'It is hard, Powell,' I said to him, 'to look tough when your nose is peeling. Why not try some Sun Ban, excellent, greaseless, filters out the harmful ultraviolet rays.'
Powell stood up. 'Don't smart-mouth me, man. You wising off at me?'
'That a picture of your mom you got tattooed on your left arm?' I said.
Powell looked down at the dragon tattoo on his forearm for a minute and then back at me. His face got redder and he said, 'You wise bastard. I'm going to straighten you out right now.'"
"'Hawk,' I said. 'All this time I've known you I never could figure out why sometimes you talk like an account exec from Merrill Lynch and sometimes you talk like Br'er Bear.'
'Ah is the product of a ghetto education.' He pronounced both t's in ghetto. 'Sometimes my heritage keep popping up.'
'Lawdy me, yes,' I said. 'What part of the ghetto you living in now?'
Hawk grinned at Susan. 'Beacon Hill,' he said."
"It's hard to hit a heavy bag with an uppercut. It has no chin."
"The note said, 'Lurking in the bathroom is a horse's ass. It requires the kiss of a beautiful woman to turn him into a handsome prince again." I stepped out from behind the door, into the room. Susan put the note down, turned and saw me. With no change of expression she walked over and gave me a small kiss on the mouth. Then she stepped back and studied me closely. She shook her head. 'Didn't work,' she said. 'You're still a horse's ass.'"
"Pam Shepard said, 'Oh, very nice. Why it's as neat as a pin. I always pictured bachelor apartments with socks thrown around and whiskey bottles on the floor and wastebaskets spilling onto the floor.'
- 'I have a cleaning person, comes in once a week."
'Very nice. Who did the woodcarvings?'
- 'I have a woodcarver come in once a week."
"Across the way a movie house was running an action-packed double feature: The Devil in Miss Jones and Deep Throat. They don't make them like they used to. Whatever happened to Ken Maynard and his great horse, Tarzan? ... Did Ken Maynard really have a great horse named Tarzan? If Ken were still working, his great horse would probably be named Bruce and be a leather freak."
"Saps. I was disgusted with both of them. It's an occupational hazard, I thought. Everybody gets contemptuous after a while of his clients. Teachers get scornful of students, doctors of patients, bartenders of drinkers, salesmen of buyers, clerks of customers. But, Jesus, they were saps. The Promised Land. Holy Christ. I had another beer. The peanut bowl was empty. I rattled it on the bar until the bartender came down and refilled it. Scornfully, I thought."
"'Don't smart-ass with me, Johnny or you'll be looking very close at the floor. Understand what I'm saying to you?'
'Aw come on, Sylvia, stop terrifying me. When I get panicky I tend to violence and there's only two of you in the room.' The straggly haired cop with the tattoo had hung up the phone and drifted over to listen.
- 'Want me to open up a window, Jackie,' he said. 'Then if he gets mean we can scream for help?'
'Or jump,' Sylvia said. 'It's two floors but it would be better than trying to deal with an animal like this.'
- I said, 'You guys want to talk trade yet, or are you working up a nightclub act?'"
"I said, 'Is he going to play golf in his Anderson-Little cutaway?'
'He's going to change in the clubhouse,' Macey said. 'Haven't you ever played golf?'
'Naw, we were into aggravated assault when I was a kid.'"
"We reached my car. There was a parking ticket under the windshield wiper. I took it out and slipped it into the breast pocket of Sylvia's maroon blazer. 'Show me the kind of clout you have around here,' I said. 'Fix that.' I got in the car. As I pulled away Sylvia took the ticket out of his pocket and tore it in two. As I pulled around the corner on County Street he was giving half to McDermott.
"I spotted Susan's Nova in the lot. When I unlocked the door to the room she was there. Sitting in front of the mirror with a piece of Kleenex in her hand, her hair up in big rollers, a lot of cream on her face, wearing a flowered robe and unlaced sneakers.
'Arrrgh,' I said.
'You weren't supposed to be back yet,' she said, wiping at some of the cream with her Kleenex.
'Never mind that shit, lady,' I said, 'what have you done with the real Susan Silverman?'
'It's time you knew, sweetie, this is the real me.'
'Heavens,' I said.
'Does this mean it's over?'
'No, but tell me the fake you will reappear in a while.'"
"Few people can match Susan Silverman for lobster eating. She leaves no claw uncracked, no crevice unpried. And all the while she doesn't get any on her and she doesn't look savage.
- I tend to hurt myself when I attack a baked stuffed lobster."
"I said to Klaus, 'I'm the guy set it up. I'm the one knows the people and I'm the one that supervises the swap. I'm what you might call your key man.'
Clancy said, 'Go ahead, McDermott. Lay it out for us, we want to get the arrangements set.'
- McDermott lit a miserable-looking cigarette from the pack he kept in the pocket of his T-shirt.
'Well,' he said, 'me and Jackie was sitting around the squad room one day, thinking about crime and stuff, it was kind of a slow day, and here comes this key man here.'"
"On one of your picture tours you have a shot of Spenser's first office location out on Mass Ave. and you say that it is a bank now, and wonder if it was ever a cigar store. Well, it was, and called the Berklee (or Berkeley) Smoker. Sometime in the early 70's, '71 or '72, it was either owned or managed by the father of a girl I knew. I looked for a job there, but ended up not taking it because of the hours."
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