It's intimidating to write a literary
critique for Ed McBain's kickstarter Cop Hater. Written by Evan
Hunter, it's the mantle piece for the police procedural book and the
debut of the highly respectable 87th Precinct series.
According to the author, it was written in 1955 after spending a
lengthy amount of time within the NYPD researching and planning. In
the Thomas & Mercer re-print, Hunter's introduction provides an
intimate peek at the book's development (which you can read for free
as an Amazon download sample) and the conception of the pseudonym
McBain.
While the police procedural could
probably be linked to a handful of novels a decade before, the 87th
Precinct series was probably only rivaled by the show that
influenced it – Dragnet. While detective Steve Carella is featured
as a main character, the series is one of the first (if not first) to
feature a conglomerate hero, the squad of cops that make up the
fictional 87th Precinct. The squad is a character just as
much as the unnamed fictional city is. Hunter, while struggling with
placing the series in New York City, found it much easier to
fictionalize the city while using NYC as a primary blueprint.
While not ruining it for the new
reader, the concept of Cop Hater is essentially that – a
madman targeting police officers of the 87th Precinct.
Like a good Agatha Christie whodunit, the mystery enlarges as the
corpses stack up. While never explicit or terribly violent (or I'm
just numb), we familiarize ourselves with these officers only to find
them shockingly killed off before our very eyes. We're at the scene
of the crime, but never know the killer's identity until the end.
It's not a first-person narration like a majority of detective
fiction, instead it's the author leading us through the alleys,
buildings and squad rooms of this sweltering city. Detective Steve
Carella is firmly embedded in the action, introduced here along with
his fiance, the lovable Theodora Franklin.
The muggy July heat plays havoc on
these characters, eroding patience, love and goodwill with a toxic,
febrile blanket of exhaustion. Hunter would steadfastly utilize
weather as a character itself, inserting climatic changes to these
stories to enrich and enhance the atmosphere. At times the dialogue
is as simple as the police interviews – Who, Where, What and the
allusive Why. It's our struggle every bit as much as the cops. By the
closing pages it's all a frantic chase for the pre-smoking barrel,
stopping the .45 slug from finding the next blue shirt.
Cop Hater is masterfully penned, properly paced and is worthy of the praise
heaped on it for half a century.
Get a copy of the book HERE.