STRIP FOR MURDER
By Max Allan Collins
Illustrations by Terry Beatty
Dover
Mystery Classic
265 pages
Of all the ongoing series mystery writer Max Collins
continues to juggle, while doing all the things we normal being do such eat,
drink and sleep, my favorite is quickly becoming his Jack and Maggie Starr
books. Being a comic book fan since the
age of five, it’s only natural I’d appreciate a mystery series that involves
American comic books during the Golden Age of the four-color little mags. It started with A Killing in Comics (May 2007) which I’ve not had the pleasure of
reading yet and then later produced Strip
for Murder (May 2008 and the subject of this review) and wrapped with Seduction of the Innocent (June 2013) which
revolved around fictionalized version of Frederic Wertham’s crusade against
comic books back in the 1950s. One of my
personal favorites of Collins’ books.
The set up is a fun one.
Maggie Starr was once a famous burlesque queen who married the Major, a
World War One hero and widower. He owned
Starr Syndicates which managed a group of highly profitable cartoon
strips. When the Major died, Maggie
inherited the business and helping her run it as a special security consultant
is the Major’s son, Jack. Immediately
one is reminded me of the classic boss-employee partnership between Rex Stout’s
master detective Nero Wolfe and his witty, tough-guy legman chronicler, Archie
Goodwin. Here it is Jack who tells the
tales with tongue firmly in cheek. In
fact Jack’s dialogue showcases some of the best lines Collins has ever put to
paper; many so exaggerated as to be as cartoonish as the properties Starr
Syndicate handles.
The banter between Jack, a healthy, handsome lad and his
drop-dead gorgeous stepmother is one of the major attractions (pun intended) of
these stories. Though it is made absolutely clear there is no risqué hanky-panky
happening here. But don’t feel sorry for the lad, in the two books I’ve read
thus far, he never lacks sexy feminine companionship. Whereas there’s plenty of adult foibles
within the stories themselves and the world of early comics is proven to be as
nasty and cutthroat as any other commercial venture in American history.
The crux of the plot deals with an on-going feud between two
famous cartoonists, both with inflated egos, who despise each other for multiple
past wrongs. When one of them is murdered, Starr Syndicate is in danger of
losing its most profitable strip and so Maggie orders Jack to solve the mystery
and help save the family business. Throughout the story, Collins offers up a
parade of thinly disguised cartoonists most fans will easily recognize, in fact
the feuding duo are thinly veiled versions of the men who created Lil’ Abner
and Joe Palooka.
Now as entertained as I was throughout the book, I’m going
to bet half my own readers here, especially those under thirty, don’t have the foggiest
notion as to the two iconic characters I just mentioned. Thus the book, for the non-fan, is most
likely going to be bothersome as most of the book’s appeal will fall flat. How can you truly enjoy the game if you don’t
know who the players are?
Don’t get me wrong.
Even with that handicap, Collins is too much a pro not to deliver a good
mystery and always plays fair with the clues peppered throughout the course of
the narrative. But what I would like to
see is for him to take the series away from its limited comic-world settings
and explore its true potential as a straight out mystery series starring two of
the most enjoyable detectives ever to grace the printed page. In the end there’s a whole lot more to Maggie
and Jack then just four flat colors.
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