COMPLEX 90
By Mickey Spillane & Max Allan Collins
Titan Books
244 pages
Available May 2013
Beginning a new year with a new Mike Hammer novel is a cause
for jubilant celebration. In his short
preface to the book, begun by the late Mickey Spillane, Collins informs us that
the setting is 1964 and “Complex 90” is in part a sequel to the 1961 Mike
Hammer novel, “The Girl Hunters.” For
those of you unfamiliar with that private eye classic, a brief summary is in
order.
“The Girl Hunters” opens with our down-and-out hero
discovering that his secretary, and one true love, Velda, has returned from the
dead. Having lived in an alcoholic haze
since her disappearance seven years earlier, he learns that Velda had been on a
spy mission for the government, captured by the Russians and thrown into one of
their of their prisons where she had endured physical tortures until managing
to escape. Now back on U.S. soil her
ordeal is far from over as the Soviets send a specialized assassin team to
terminate her permanently. Instead they
run into Hammer and it he who does the exterminating. You can easily enjoy “Complex 90” without
having read “The Girl Hunters,” but why on earth would you settle for one great
Mike Hammer book when you can enjoy two?
Okay, back to this “sequel” of sorts. The cold war is still in full tilt, even
though Hammer and Velda have slowly gotten their lives back on a normal
track. Then an old colleague recruits
Hammer to assist him as a bodyguard for a controversial senator throwing a
lavish cocktail parting in his New
York penthouse.
Hammer sees it as an opportunity to make a few fast bucks. In the middle of the soiree, an assassin
attempts to shoot the senator but instead guns down Hammer’s pal. Hammer takes
a slug to the leg before sending the killer through a window eighty stories up
via a hot lead tivkry from his .45 automatic.
So much for an easy few dollars.
Suffering only a flesh wound, Hammer is soon back on his
feet. Immediately he is offered a new
assignment; that of bodyguard to the senator during his fact-finding junket to Moscow. The senator wants
Hammer to replace his dead friend who was scheduled to accompany him.
No sooner are the two in Russia then Hammer is arrested and
imprisoned by the KGB for being a spy.
Fortunately for the savvy P.I., they detain him in a city facility and
he waste no time escaping, leaving half a dozen bodies behind. By the time he makes it back to the States,
he’s left a trail of forty-five dead Russians creating an international
incident. Now the Russians are clamoring
for his hide and the State Department isn’t any too pleased with the notorious New York
private-eye. What bothers Hammer is why
he was kidnapped in the first place and why the Commies are so hell bent on
bringing him back to the U.S.S.R.
Finding the answers to those two questions is the major plot
around which this fast paced thriller revolves and like all Mike Hammer tales,
there’s plenty of two-fisted action along the journey. Collins prose never lets up for a second
propelling this reader to a slam-bang climax that had us needing a drink when
it was over. Cold war intrigue, sexy
femme fatales and in the middle of it all, one tough son-of-bitch throwback
whose conservative patriotism will not be shaken by gun-toting foreign agents
or two-faced Washington politicians.
In a time of when America is being torn apart by a
culture war, Spillane’s Mike Hammer is a cleansing storm that makes no excuses
for loving ones country and doing whatever it takes to keep her strong. Makes us wish we had a lot more like him.
2 comments:
I've never read the novel THE GIRL HUNTERS but I've seen the movie about four or five times on Turner Classic Movies and I recommend it highly. As far as I've been able to find out, it's the only movie ever where a writer plays his own character. Unsurprisingly, Mickey Spillane does an excellent job of playing Mike Hammer.
Yup, you got it, Derrick. In fact, Collins suggest in his intro to this book that if you've seen the film, one should imagine Spillane's image as Hammer while reading COMPLEX 90.
Ha.
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