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Posted: April 19, 2020

Lawrence Block is a consummate storyteller

Book Review

By Derryll White

Block, Lawrence (2001).Ā  Hope To Die.

This is a Matt Scudder novel. Matt is an ex ā€“ ex-cop, ex-alcoholic, ex-P.I., married ex (who dies in this novel).Ā  Matt lives downtown in his beloved New York City with Elaine, his current spouse. Scudder maintains a working relationship with quite a few New York cops although he has no status except his history, integrity and personality ā€“ his 62 years have accumulated quite a lot of all three.

Lawrence Block is a consummate storyteller. He takes his time, even with throw-away characters. Even if he only uses them for a couple of pages, you feel as though you know them.Ā  The major characters are very complex and fully-formed. The reader feels like it would be possible to walk into Elaineā€™s antique shop and buy a Kean painting, or have a burger with Detective Joe Durkin.

I liked the idea of the ā€˜cuteā€™ killer. Block lets him go, in his anonymity, to kill again. Matthew Scudder accomplished his job, protecting the heiress and giving her peace of mind. But has he failed as a father? Lawrence Block makes Scudder so real. I recommend the Matt Scudder series to anyone who likes gritty, hardcore, street-wise crime novels.

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Excerpts from the novel:

RAPE ā€“ ā€˜Itā€™s not supposed to be sexual,ā€ I said.

ā€œThatā€™s what they keep telling us.Ā  Itā€™s hostility toward women, or some such crap.ā€

ā€œWell, Iā€™d say a guy has to be the least bit hostile to do what this one did with the poker.ā€

ā€œThe son of a bitch.Ā  Yeah, of course, no question.Ā  I mean, itā€™s never a loving act, is it?Ā  Raping a woman.Ā  But how the hell can they claim itā€™s not about sex?Ā  If sex has nothing to do with it, where did the son of a bitch get his hard-on from?Ā  What, did somebody sprinkle Viagra on his corn flakes?ā€

TIME ā€“ ā€œWas the marriage ever in trouble?ā€

ā€œI think it was stressful for them when Sean died.Ā  I was thirteen and a half, so it was ten years ago this summer.Ā  It seems so long ago sometimes, and there are other times when it really does seem like only yesterday.Ā  I donā€™t understand time.ā€

ā€œNobody does.ā€

ā€“Ā Derryll WhiteĀ once wrote books but now chooses to read and write about them.Ā  When not reading he writes history for the web atĀ www.basininstitute.org.


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